oddnessmostly

But where are my angels of indifference? Where my angels of hidden agendas? These are the angels who comfort me when I am in the company of humankind. These are the angels who shore up my walls of doubt and paranoia so that I may seek shelter in my own pretended darkness, wrapped up in my tapestry of unbecoming falseness.

Humbug and pshaw.

Surely, on occasion, I can allow myself these angels of tiny delights.