In these so familiar rooms
children will play
now there's only emptiness
nothing to say
(ABBA - Knowing Me Knowing You)
The ramblings of a Wrasse will fill these pages. You will not learn anything about me save for a few small details that I choose to impart.
Reality is: You don't care anyway.
Eight years of knowing the lives of many people has taught me this. You do not consider me to be real. You do not really care how I feel.
You express concern, you project a desire to know, this is where it ends.
I am viewed with suspicion as another of the dangerous. Another to fear and avoid the touch of.
So be it.
I can live a half life. The shadows suit me.
I turn my computer off,
I no longer exist.