hola bonito!

I shouldn't have felt so lost when I was making my way to yet another train carriage that literally carried me away from a developing certainty that resembles growing addiction. But then again, why shouldn't I have felt so? Re-reading what I wrote to keep myself awake last night, I notice the honesty that made me feel so lost today and I derive from it that I may not be admitting the complete truth - out of fear I guess.


The empty room, relieved mosquitoes knowing I won't go and kill them, an equally empty whisky-bottle, a growing itch; I fled from it today only to realise that it is probably better to confront myself with this. It made me feel content: I was looking at a comforting reality, free of demons or burdens that chase after me, and I allow for calmness to stay with me.

I am now watching a documentary on nuclear tests in Australia in the 1960s and radioactivity in Australian people as a result from these tests.
Those people are sick. What about me?