I live in a lucid dream, where everything is perfectly normal. Everything, yes everything, is of the pink blushing shade of innocence. There is no talk of bodies and of desires. There is no talk of savage longing for contact of skin against unfamilair skin. But outside my enchanted world, right on the borders, the garish nightmares are waiting to spring upon it. Outside,there is a world and this world has no shame. No shame. It is as if all mirrors vanished and no one no longer has to confornt their own contorted grimacing hideous faces. There's greed and misery and more greed. I see stupidity lingering on the border. I see petty jealousy and I begin to wonder if one necessarily must live in such a reality. Why not remain in the world of perfect normalcy. Why strive to be 'adult' if such adulthood brings nothing but more misery heaped upon already burning, itching,sticky miseries?