I'm lost in my black
2003-01-09 || 11:41 a.m.

I have a gas fire. I hardly ever use it but it has been really cold lately. If you sit in front of my fire today you will immediately notice the wax everywhere. It is all over the hearth, all over the carpet, it drips down from the mantelpiece.

Take a walk around my house, such as it is. There is writing in strange places. On the window frames. On the sofa. On the fridge. On places yet to be discovered.

Where are the other people who live like this? Where are the people who understand that it is okay to be different?

All the things I think, all the things I like, all the things I do, they isolate me.