Society

Now I have decided that fear is similar

to real life, to deep love. Now it's time

to wipe the dust from my antiquated eyes.

To blow the  cobwebs from my old hands.

Because anxiety comes into handy when

when you need certainty (happiness is

a choice, this land is mine, god is dead)

But what if your life is teeming with

sensible questions, practical paradoxes?

That's why I am writing to you. Your

jokes, scepticism, dogmas, your stories.

I need them. Like fear. Like deep love.