sometimes we know not what we do

by Matt Johnston on May 1, 2001

We are such gits sometimes. We bring such misery among us. We HURT people. We wound them.

Sometimes without even knowing it.

A while back I read a comic series – V for Vendetta – one section about a prisoner (okay…it was a little more complex than that) in a prison cell. She kept her diary on loo paper. I think the final point of it was that she and cell had been together for a very long time. The cell knew every inch of her. Except one.

Everyone should have their own inch.

sometimes we know not what we do

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