Falling Into Madness
"Who are YOU?" said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, "I--I hardly know, sir, just at present--at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then." All sorts of political, psychoanalytical, macabre, philosophical, self-analytical, and just general babble are hidden within this journal.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Saturday, July 10, 2004
Friday, June 25, 2004