The In-Between

After years of intellectual brooding, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s better to have a mediocre imagination. I am constantly surprised at the ease with which the vanilla crowd waltzes through life. I would like to have a head that is too small to play host to the never ending hesitations, spates of boredom and wrestling matches with myself.

I would like to be an obedient robot who walks away with all the glory while the messed up rebel glares at me from a lonely corner.