Sometimes, some things feel ethereal- even not real. Sometimes just the act of going to bed, seems so rehearsed, so planned, that one forgets that it was planned at all (though sometime ago). It's not even taking things for granted, is more like forgetting our lines in the play and improvising. Lately, I've been feeling that exact same way: like I have just been improvising because I forgot the lines that I was supposed to deliver on these scenes. Maybe, this means that I'm no good at plays and would do better at improv comedy. But secretly, I long for the anonymity and simple coreographs of the usher.
Always the undecided...
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