waratjam

Alone I sit in a dark corner of the room, In silent seclusion from the rest of the world. Quiet; absolute and ever-present, it lays heavily over me. It envelops me like fog, swallowing me whole. I lose myself in it, in thought; deep contemplation. The world, I think, is separate from me and I from it. Its events have nothing to do with me, I am independent of the murder, starvation, theft and rape. I am independent of the love, laughter, happiness and trust. I am indifferent to it. It is nothing to me. It happens and there is naught to do but observe. I am nothing but a fly on the wall, I am an invisible entity looking in,but not interfering