freedom is the freedom to choose whose slave you want to be.

Thursday, July 06, 2006


This, then
is the perfect escape.
Like folding a sheet of paper and refolding it, reducing it to a tiny little dot that vanishes.
Picking up bits of me from every corner, the space under the chairs beneath the bed the place between the windows and the curtains.
Clean. Traceless.


Blogger K Yousaf said...

just FYI; no piece of paper, no matter how thin or large, can be folded in half more than 7 times.

the words above are fact; maybe it applies to humans and their lives as well(:

5:27 PM  
Blogger mercury said...

K boy, two words: poetic license :P
That thought did cross my mind. I just didn't remember the exact number of folds.

7:48 PM  
Blogger bluecheese said...

;) i just came here to say exactly the same stuff, but k beat me to it :P

11:26 AM  
Blogger mercury said...

Acha acha bhai! Nahi kartay fold. Crumple kar daitay hain. Ab khush?

12:07 PM  
Blogger French Vanilla said...

you never said you folded it in half so HAH! you win ;)

5:12 AM  
Blogger mercury said...

Yes! I thought of that when these guys left their notes at first but I let it go :)

Good to know there are some smart and observant people still around

8:05 PM  

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