I couldn’t answer for him. Not this time. Much as I wanted to. But then we always do. We always feel the need to project onto others. This is my view of the world, thus, it must be yours as well. Then utter shock and horror when it’s not. How? Why? It’s the only way. Or so I say anyway. Black and white. Those are your choices, and only one of them is right. And a pox on colours and complications. Close my eyes. Yes, yes I see. I see what you mean. How could I not? It’s all so clear when you phrase it like that. And to think that all these years I’ve been wrong. Ahhh... I was a fool. But there you are. We’re all fools.
Find me the man who isn’t a fool and I’ll buy him the moon and the stars and share with him the life on Mars.
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