It danced in front of me, mocking me in a way which made me
think about the existence of stability and continuity. Every look at it sprung
a new shape, a new direction and a new found vigor. Though it was pleasing in a
way, it was almost killing me, poking fun at me and my poster fundamentals. I was
irritated to look into its eyes, it made me look so small and the longer the
stare the nastier the humiliation. Nothing ever gave me as clear, truthful and
rude the answers it gave me. I was in denial at the beginning but by the time
the dance stopped with its death, I changed for… well, the worst.
