finger number six.

I don’t feel like writing tonight
Yet, I feel obliged towards my pen.
It needs to be used.
Otherwise, it’s useless.

So is the paper.
I won’t leave it blank, plain, white.
So that nobody will tear it.
Because when they see handwritings in this book,
they will think that this book belongs to someone.
Therefore, they’ll feel that they’ve no right to claim this book as their own, because now they already believe that somebody owns this book.
Just because of these handwritings.
Let alone tear the papers, they won’t even read it!
“It’s not polite,” that’s what their parents have told them over the years since they are young. Very young.

Ha! I could go on and on, but it is easy to fool and be fooled.

February 22, 2002,
3.15 am