Not much has changed, you were seeing it clear just this morning. First a heart seething with bitter passions, lust the best of them, at least it isn't ice cold, incorrigible the lot of them though, then the refraction through two social masks layer by layer cobbled up over years and just as frayed too. The outer one, the consummate hypocrite, the Tartuffe, and the inner one, the way you go on parade when you're home alone, the cynic and ironist with the wide-eyed act, and a thousand variations you play for amusement or disgust. It was something to hang on to, negative enough, true enough, to keep its form for a time or two and now that's gone too. Must have been something you ate. Watch it go, leaving you back at this non-place. Just shut up and get on with it.