i think i know enough.

yet in reality, i understand precious little. and this unnerves me. makes me feel insecure.

i find myself unable to bear the thought that i might be living in a world that makes no sense whatsoever. so i make it make sense. i persuade myself that i can see rhyme and reason even in the silliest of situations.

for a while, the comforting illusion is maintained. but eventually, inevitably, it falls apart.