[1355] in Depressing_Thoughts
I hate feeling like...
jcbourne@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (jcbourne@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Aug 3 22:57:09 1990
...a stranger in my own land, knowing no one nor the right direction for
me to head in to reach my destination. Every face is familiar, but every
heart is a stranger to me. In every face I see content, yet I know not
what lurks in every heart. Whence lies my destiny? I cannot ask directions
from anyone about me, for I am merely a stranger. A stranger in my own
land, the only land I know. What hope lies there for a poor lonely soul
who is stranded in a land of strangers? What hope but for the kindness and
gentleness of strangers? And yet, how can I trust myself to strangers?
For I know nothing of their intentions nor of their innermost desires.
What hope have I, a stranger in my own land, of surviving?
<inspiration for this soliloquy courtesy of a very good production of Macbeth>
