Inside you.

I am bored out of my mind. I need to get inside someone's head, preferably a psychopath or sociopath.

Maybe a character study - break someone's mind apart and put it back together just to see if I can figure out, not only what makes him tick but also how and why.

That's what I like about books and movies, for a moment or two, I can get inside someone's else head and see things through their eyes and think things via their understandings and perspectives.

Dunno. Feeling a wave of laziness coming on though. Maybe I'll just be couch potato.

Oh, got a new boy. Farfarello is his name. Any Dante taker? Also, becoming extremely curious about fork-tongue.

So, let me leave you with this to think over this weekend - taken absolutely out of context, of course. I really think my mind need a good race. It could be a cry for help, a hint of what's going on inside my mind, or it could be nothing but a bunch of pretty words. After all, there's only 26 letters to the alphabet, but when carefully arranged, can send a man to his demise.

I despised myself and the voices of my accursed human education.
And I thought of the albatross.
And I wished he would come back, my snake.

For he seemed to me again like a king,
Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld,
Now due to be crowned again.

- D. H. Lawrence