The party
Welcome to the party,
Not you.
Too fat, too femme, too something.
Too Nothing really, nothing special, but still here.
Welcome to the party.
Not you.
No G, no T, No Special K.
Just something, but not enough.
Just something enough to stay.
The party is on, it’s here, but always looking somewhere else.
What’s new, who’s new, where’s new?
Why are we here? Where are the others?
Always at the party, always looking for others.
Never looking at self, for self, in self.
The party is over.
What, who, where – am I?
John Gilmore
Canterbury and Dublin
FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found 
Comments on: "Day twenty five" (1)
great piece on seeking self from John, x