i've left the house. although this doesn't seem martian, it is nervous.
if someone looks at me for too long, i am likely to burst into tears.
of course i upped the ante by leaving the house without medication.
and am gambling even further above my means by drinking coffee.
luckily, the last person to walk past did not so much as notice me.
thank fucking god. some days i would like to just be invisible.
if you have no idea what i am talking about, read John Berger.
my gospel. at least a few months out of the year.