there was fire one horror movie later. fucking wailing and confusion overwhelmed the wretched capacity of my unbending little brain to comprehend and take so much in. in short, i got scared.

it was 10pm. roads were soaked and relatively desolate. and i hate it when they're wet. but i had to walk some to reach home.

it wasn't fear of dying nor of getting held up. it wasn't fear of anything. it was different. it was plain, undiluted fear. how it came to me, i have no idea.

i can't express how frail i was at that time. it was terrible.

fear and confusion aren't a good mix. i know cos it daunted me pretty damn good. tsk tsk tsk. potah!