le sigh. i wish complacency upon my self right now, i really do. why oh why did i have to come across such words that are completely good-hearted and well-intentioned, yet make me question things that i am most sure about? which of course means that i am much less certain than i thought i was. to quote the genius of coldplay "and i discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand".

probably overreacting. probably can solve this simply, cleanly, push it under the rug and call it a fortnight. but stuff can't stay concealed forever and so much has already been brushed aside that the rug is no longer a decorative floor piece but a blanket desperately trying to hide an unkempt room.