I am amazed by the diversity of my experiences over the span of just a few days. I am healthy then sick, satisfied then wanting, in touch then out of it, hungry for love and people then alone and fine with it. The only consistency is that I am watching always. Now I question even that, for if I weren’t watching, would I know I wasn’t? I can’t know i I missed something if I did. So maybe then: I am watching then not watching, until I am watching again.