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Don't things look nice when you turn around? ( 25 April 2004 - 1:14 p.m. ) I will never understand most of the world, I don't think. And it will never understand me. This is not some kind of 'i'm a tormented soul so much better than you and you will never be on my level'. I've just missed the normal part, I'm travelling parallel to most other people, and since the tracks are infinite and straight, I can never get across there. Although I wouldn't be entirely sure that the tracks aren't, in fact, diverging. I'm not just comfortable with this fact, I'm happy with it. I love being here instead of the other side, it's so much more interesting. And there's a few people here with me, they can keep me company, so it's very good. Cos people used to be able to force me to be over there for a bit, when the tracks were closer. But now they can't, I'm stuck here, I'm not going over for anything. You'll have to come here a bit. Or shout. There were too many people queuing outside dance clubs last night, and it made me quite sick. I'm glad I'm not over there, where everyone is trying so frantically to have a good time. Because they try so hard it can't be all that fun. Although, I suppose it must be, or they wouldn't stay there. Hello, world. I'm looking at you from a whole new perspective. Everything is changed, really. Welcome, welcome, come on in. It's all just beginning. | |||||||||