Monkey Life
The monkey catcher must have many a day when there is not a single monkey, days filled with slowly, slowly. So it was today, it is the first day in which I go with new project of tidying up.
Somewhere in these swirling mire of thoughts drifting about my brain is a conflict between the base, dirty old man in a raincoat thinking and the respectful and kind persona I want to show, but I am neither, and I am both. What are you? And what holds the final say in your mind, instinct or intellect?
