In Vertigo
I’m here in UST right now. Just got my second copy of my transcript for
personal record purposes. Actually, that’s just my secondary excuse for
being here…or anywhere else. I just want to get out of the house.
Pronto. I could feel myself being suffocated there. And I feel lost,
even in my own home.
Or rather, I find myself being bothered by
some things that I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what. Or may be the
complexities of recent events left me speechless and lost for the time
being. It feels like vertigo after being twirled in place. I do not
know where my limbs are. I do not know which direction to go. I do not
know what to think. I do not even know if I’m still alive.
So
many questions chasing one another inside my head. However, they look
more like a blur of images and voices to me. Just thinking about it
causes more vertigo. But I needed to find the answers to these
questions. And Narcissus finds it hard to answer, or rather, finds it
hard to answer willingly perhaps out of fear of hurting me.
But, Narcissus, I tell you, you’ve got no choice anyway.
