Hello! How have you been? T'has been days of utter silence. Try as I may, I couldn't work out a proper nonsense to talk about. It's as if my tongue's been pulled backward, and what do I get? A useless scrabble of alphabet. I am scribbling, trying to be vague as I can because this is the only way you understand and not understand me. Not too literal and less figuratives. There's no mirror here, have I ever told you that? But that doesn't make my world less vain, less doubtful, less conscious, less crazy, less insatiable. In fact it just made everything sinner, and more human. I am talking about the world! Can you just imagine? I am walking, I passed a couple of people, feeling and seizing, I stare at them straight to the eye just to see myself through their eyes, using them as a mirror to see who I am. I need to know who I am, who I was and who will I be through that couple I passed. They make the whole world. It is important. I am important, and I need to understand. Why I am making this so much effort? I can feel you snoring and breathing all the way here. It is useless talking to you. You are mad. All of you are nameless mad people. Your face's angled to the south, but your feet's turning and twisting completely north left while your finger's pointing east. What is your world? Can't you make up your mind. You do have it when you left, don't you? With mad sincerity, I'll end this and sign--the most sane person in the world of insanity.
