Friction

I feel that I’m transforming into another person, same as the dude in Kafka’s story… It’s just that in my case it’s a lethargic process, so slow that I can believe in. I feel I’m becoming someone else – someone who has hidden thoughts, subversive wishes and desires for herself and others.

[Pause]

As a kid, I was twice more firm about what I believe in and ‘n times more truthful to myself and others. Now I’m a bunch of rules which I’ve been collecting from others… You obey to what you don’t want to lose and not all the time is what you need (to keep). I have never felt so lost in my own beliefs... but this net is just too tight.

I can hear the Adhan pray. A brand new day, the same old hat. I should get some sleep.