sitting at a corner of a cyber cafe, the challenges of life are huge, i realize. why am i here? is it the need to run away from the self or run away from the sun? both are equally challenging.

as i sit here, i realize pairs of eye geared up to fix me to some over saturated phrase. I'm wearing shorts and a over sized faded t shirt. I'm sure somebody must have laughed at it today... but i don't know whether I'm intimidated by or happy with at having pinched their senses. Both i guess. my shoulders pain from looking around.

the eyes are blank. the eye balls are fake. they are supposed to move like crazy ping pong balls within the retina. these are all fixed at the center. all fake i say. all looking at a skinny women playing with bodies (whose ever it is) or revolvers , or observing the world around them through those virtual windows.

Ear holes are blocked by headphones and virtual sounds. no one talks to themselves any more. its creepy. the mouth is shut . . . sealed.. mute. they refuse to budge. the fingers do the talking.