Today we were.. confused.

We're rarely confused. Is it the right word? To be suddenly thrown off balance, into a pool of tireless thought and pre-reality perceptions. To see something that hammers through one's crustacean shell of being, and to have one's soft internal being jabbed at. Such a feeling makes one uncomfortable.

We could never.. understand. How 'loving' and 'friendly' could possibly apply in the area of one's own abode. Everything is technical. Everything is, or is not. The same way how you can never understand how we get by each weekend without uttering a word, neither can we understand how you can never run out of things to talk about, or how you can force yourself to say, even once a year, those three words to someone who hasn't heard it the other three hundred, sixty three days.

How strange it is, this new sentiment. Like taking a whiff out of a century-old box of photographs, like plunging face-first into an antique kiddie's swimming pool. How strange it is, that one does not know how to react, but with the first answer to everything:

Laughter.

Perhaps I have a certain someone to thank for this experience, perhaps I have a bit of searching of my own to do. But we say, there is no joy without sorrow, there is no salvation without pain. For better or for worse, this incident has sparked off a fire in my train of thought; the First Counter-Movement in our long sequence of machinery, listen carefully:

One clog sputters, in this long, and well-planned game of Life.

Sometimes, that is all it takes.

Azazyl

Stench of humanity,
The rot of those fair.
Despair!
Of lost sanity and
Dreams never there.