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The beach was very cold That’s what I tell my dog, but she doesn’t really listen. She just barks. Then, I go home and have told no one about anything. I sunk into the couch and watched Chungking Express with the apprehension of finishing Doors of Perception.

I keep looking in the mirror, because today I feel like I don’t know myself. And I don’t plan on knowing it, because I don’t hold much importance to the notion of I. But what do I know. Do I know who I’m looking at when I looking the mirror, or does the mirror lie, because even when I lie, the I in the mirror lies as well. So it’s a perfect balance, an idealistic balance, in which I am not lying when I lie. And when I do not lie, I am still not lying, unless I take the truth as too real and doubt its potency. And I am torn in two between cynicism and idealism till one of them falls and one of my halves fall and I descend into darkness. Most of the time, I don’t know what I’m dreaming of, but I like to lie in the repose of noon which is full of shadows and dreams.