Spooky

I threw a surrealistic party last night - spent half of the time sleeping and semi-listening to what the girls were saying. There was however one thing that stayed in my head: 'the mirrors are gateways to other dimensions'. I have a big mirror outside my room and it was, quoting Coco Chanel, more like an accessory/fashion statement. Now I find myself looking on the other direction when I pass by because since I came back home (yes, this messy country of mine) I became a sissy.

What is fear? Guess fear is not knowing what else is there. I am a known chicken. And will go to bed now.