January 07, 2003

virus

I fear words. Easily stuck together like coloured bricks, but not so easily moulded into a proper shape. And so easily twisted, too. They're an utter mystery to me - the final wonder of my world. I'll never feel at ease with them, but I'm aiming for some kind of peace agreement.

posted on January 07, 2003 at 08:05 PM by cos.