When is the time to admit that you might be slowly going out of your brain?
When is the quiet desperation in which we live something that needs greater attention and care?
Today I caught a taxi ride to my local shopping centre. It was the first time I had left the house in over a week. Having less than $20 on my being put an end to extended travels, still it didn’t stop me from thinking about making an escape with the monosyllabic driver as my accomplice.