Hearing “Imagine those poor guys over there. Every five minutes a psycho with a machine gun says, ‘Let’s kill ’em now,’ and someone else says, ‘No, let’s wait a while.’ How long could you stand that?”
Black September was never told to me.
Is this to keep certain preconceived notions about the country I live in, my government, even my very nature intact?
What is truth, honor, respect anyway but ones perceptions of their own surroundings.
The more I learn, the more my reality is cracked, a fractured line on my skull, penetrating me.
I see only to follow my own thoughts, and to trust myself, as that is the only certainty I have.