crazy

I wonder, what one does with the crazyness. I have been the type who puts it away on the shelf when I am out and about, but quickly pulls it back to balance on my head, this odd glass plate, as soon as I return to my private dwelling.

It is a thick white glass plate, the kind you find in nondescript restaurants, not the chain type of restaurant, but just some nice place, where everything has a character of its own and perhaps the people that run it are slightly obsessed with the pecularity of feigning normalcy to the customers who might show up to partake in their mini-interpretation of reality, a mirage of being just like everyone else but the truth can be seen in the shiny blurry reflection in that scratched glass white plate.

Ah, CRAZY!