Yesterday’s clown
Posted on July 15th, 2009 by monsoux
I don’t like clowns.
Sometimes there’s such a big gap between appearance and fact. Like yesterday. I feel like a clown and there is a thick layer of make-up that separates my deed deep sadness from the joy of the outside world to such extent that I even manage to make other people’s day with something I say.
I’m illegible, very much inadequate, like a nowadays armchair on an archeological site.
We all are, my dear, we all are…