A year or two ago, my eyes have been critiqued as bulging out slightly whenever surprised (not unlike David Tennant’s, except his is executed with flair and with women and men salivating opposite the silver screen). As an ardent subscriber to throes of self consciousness, my eyes began to adopt a nonchalant, indifferent existence; lighting up the dullness within necessitates a dash of horror, dollops of public embarrassment or the mischievous imaginary reprisals against the suppressive and undeserving social forces today.
You, dear readers, may well find those popping-eye lights in this blog ‘tottering in the zephyrs of escapism’.
Happy excavating! Remember to leave a comment on your findings- are they diamonds? Fool’s gold?