The un-ture Truth

I think of a day. The day that I realized I was born alone and I would die alone. Some friends told me that was not true. I don’t see the truth anyway. I was sitting at home, not thinking, not working, not eating and not doing anything. Simply, blank. There was a lot of moment I was blank since I came to France. I spent whole day reading jokes online and chatting online. There is a guy, by some reasons; he got my username in www.gaydar.co.uk. He sent me a message in which he told me, since many years ago, he had been reading the text I wrote on that profile and coming to see my performances which I did the design. He simply described he’s a ‘fan’ of mine. I immediately came up two feeling; weird and happy. I am just a lighting designer, and yes I performed on stage for some experimental theatres in my early study. Why I could be admired? However, he told me that he never had the courage to speak to me even I appeared in front of him and he found that sending a message online which came more decent. In the end of the message he wrote, “by the way, I am not gay.”