The Spectator And The Spectacle

The way they speak of 'him' and 'her' felt so right... left me feeling like a novice. Or perhaps a non-partaker, to be more precise.


It felt real because they were imperfect aesthetically but had the pefect human touch. I suppose I need to learn to accept that little nugget of truth before I can make some sense of this big Who's Who? puzzle. Till then, there is always trusty imagination to rely on.

Right?

Something's on your mind,
Listen to no other,
They could be unkind.
Take life between us,
Live it like we choose.
They'll never see us,
I'll wait here till you come.

Frustration, argh.