THE EGO SCREAMS TO ME

My ego screams to me, it calls my name, write Sebastian! write Sebastian!My ego calls because I am suppose to die, I am suppose to run around like a blue spider but in fact it is my ego that is dying.It is a slow and torturous death, as the ego is so very, very strong. So I heed the call one last time…I write, no eloquent speeches of accomplishment in academia, medicine, or sexual exploits, or religious hypocrisy, no I write about my friends, those who share the title of le cycliste for as the merciless progression of time catches up with us all I can recall for them wholesale the way we were. For each time we remember the way we were, we can smile.