Do you ever worry that your mask of sanity may be starting to slip?

I do.

We have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. We have to provide food and shelter for the homeless, and oppose racial discrimination and promote civil rights, while also promoting equal rights for women. We have to encourage a return to traditional moral values. Most importantly, we have to promote general social concern and less materialism in young people.

I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy.

"The question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"

- Albert Einstein

I'm reminded of a line from episode of MASH: "You're not crazy if you're still sane enough to know it."

I think that if you stay, something terrible might happen.

I joined a theatre troupe. It helps a lot with masks.

Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark!