Sunday, August 15, 2004
Running Commentary
It is difficult to identify with any or all of the voices that jostle and joust to occupy centre-stage. Sometimes, its like that game of musical chairs - they all keep going round and round and you end up getting a couple of people sitting on each other's laps. Mostly it is like a ferris wheel with the power switched on and forgotten. Over time one has got used to the noise : White, Gaussian, yet never static.
Which am I? I do not know. The question has lost its meaning.
Which am I? I do not know. The question has lost its meaning.
