“Doublethink,” Orwell called it: the ability to “hold simultaneously two opinions which canceled out, knowing them to be contradictory and believing in both of them.” And today, I stand a doublethinker before you... Confusion and clarity both begging me to make a choice. Truth be told, I want that diplomatic passport more than anything... I want to once again eat, sleep, drink in Spanish...
This town shackles me yet, the dichotomy remains the same: I'd be shackled anywhere else, wouldn't I? Isn't that Samsara?
To be born a Libra is to have the inability to make decisions... Any decisions....