Your Eyes are Watching You

"Open the box; inside there is an unmarked tape. Your instructions are to watch the tape carefully looking for any sort of mistake, and every one that you do end up finding you must write down and record. Next, you must mail back the list of mistakes to the post box (PO Box 19904,) and, once reviewed, we will mail you back your results. Depending on what mistakes you found and the number, you will learn your level of cynicism, as well as your general likes and dislikes. In order for the tape to work, do not try to be nice or well mannered and sincerely disclose ANY and ALL mistakes you find in the film.

Thank you and have a good day.

-Intelligence Corporations, Inc."

That's all it said. When I started the film it was a boring piece, just little bits of home-made videos from some guys childhood. To say the least, I was very disappointed, and that's what I wrote down in the note that I returned to them. "This move, if you can call it that, was extremely disappointing." I never got a reply back, but it didn't matter, I know that I'm a cynic, and I really don't see much wrong with it. On the bright side, I'm almost always right. On the realistic side, what is right isn't generally very bright. So, my bright side is a bit dim, but either way, there's light.

I never ended up taking it down either, it's too big a part of my life at this point. Taking it down and hiding it again would show nothing, just the will that I've lost in embracing it as a part of me. And I know that might be dangerous, but I think that it's better that way: to know what is and isn't a part of you, to accept what is and isn't, to make things that aren't are, and to make what is isn't. It won't come alive, just be content with that at least.

And just for your information, the end is happy. Relatively so, at least. Well, happier than you'd expect. It's always happier than you expect in the end with life. Maybe not in a day, but by the end of the week it's better. Always at the end of the week, at least.

Just try not to mind me so much, it works out. You need more rest. I miss waking up with your chestnut hair near my face. I wish that you would just stop rolling on with every idea in your head so freely. Don't fall into what I always fall into.

We can only handle one of that.