07 January 2011
I had a dream. The same dream I had the other night. I was banging on a door with all my might. It was a large ornate wooden door. It wouldn't budge. Someone whispered in my ear that I had reached the point of no return. I've been thinking a lot about God these days. Really? For what joy? Just like that. ... Do you think you will meet God if you travel to the end of the world? You really need another drink. I am you five years back. Hmmm. So if I am you five years back, who are you? I am you!! There are two kinds of people in this city. I hope you never meet the other kind. This city. We do not belong here. We need to go away. Where to? Does it matter? No.