Story 2 Hannah
By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: October 28, 2006

i’m not sure what my story is today. i knew what it was yesterday. yesterday it was about fear. and since there really wasn’t anyone there who understood the fear, it was about being alone.
but today it isn’t that people don’t understood – rather, it is that they don’t understand enough. but this leaves room from improvement.
strangely, today, it isn’t about whom i am that is in question, as I’ve started to see how fluid we all can be, rather, what do i want to be? it feels like a choice to me (even though my good friend alex tries to convince me otherwise – that we are all ultimately determined). during the time in the story where the protagonistic doubts where the time goes, his illness, where his friends are, the narrative line is curved downward. during the times he goes to sleep, silent, is not fully aware and yet is fully aware, it pushes foward, fiercely.