Endless secrets

How good it is to have this opportunity, to feel for a moment that you

don't give a damn about anything around you and you revel in the freedom of your mind.

You savor the warm, sweet happiness. A moment of not thinking about anything. Thinking about everything.

The world, as if from a sphere, flattens out and then turns inside out. And you're standing on a tall tower.

Narrow, far from the world, yet seemingly at its center. You sip from a glass of water. You ponder the boundlessness of the human imagination.

You want to descend the tower to do something down there. And you go. Down the stairs. But the tower is so high that after a moment you stop and pause, because you no longer remember why you came down.

You laugh at yourself. And once again you're wandering the steppes of freedom. Endless secrets. The world turns back to the front page. And you lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, and thinking, "What a weirdo I am."

And you go digging around on the internet.