in a mood again 2002-09-25 - 1:18 a.m.
Hmm. When curled up in a little ball on the bed in the dark, listening to Nirvana and sobbing for no reason, why are the covers suddenly so comforting? Does that inner child or mole or earthworm take control of the psyche, striving for the physical sensation experienced by the warmth and safety of darkness? Is a dark room not enough? Is the world really and truly kept away by a few layers of fabric?