morgueville,heartland living.

when i was young, i was convinced the world's watching me. and where i lived, the surroundings would appear on its own. so over the atlantic and pacific, it's completely on the stills and all comes alive when i arrive. and everybody knows who i am cos they play a part in the way i lived my life, maybe having watch me on their tv screen. and perhaps they become curious about me. which explains the eternal mystery of how a completely empty shop becomes alive when i'm inside. this isn't some sort of theorical thesis of Narcissus. even now, i do ponder about the existence of a someone controlling after my thoughts. making things i want far out of my reach. everyone knows what you're thinking of, and all your secrets. and they are merely acting.

and then i watched the truman show.


earwax: sade - by your side