Rhea Roy

My blogs

Gender	Female
Industry	Communications or Media
Occupation	day dreaming
Location	oblivion's edge, India
Links	Audio Clip
Introduction	There is an idea of existence,some kind of abstraction,but there is no real me.Only an entity,something illusory. N though I can hide my cold gaze,and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our life styles are probably comparable,I simply am not there. There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it, I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape. How I wish to pretend. How I want people to see me .Its nice to put appearances sometimes, isn’t it? Dress me up and see. I'm a tightrope walker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist.Sometimes in the midst of the normal routine of life, I suddenly remember that I'v got Tourette's. That’s when it comes, the urge to shout in the church, the nursery, the crowded movie house. It's an itch at first. Inconsequential. But that itch is soon a torrent behind a straining dam. Noah's flood. That itch is my whole life. Here it comes now.