"I find myself being thrown back and forth between confession and concealment. Do you think that is good?"
"No"
"Some days I just want to find somebody I can confess to. Get it all of my chest"
"Yeah... go on"
"And other days I feel so ashamed that I want to cover up my tracks, blot out my past history, and I dispise myself for wanting to conceal things"
"So then you need to confess to feel better?"
"Yeah!!! it is a viscous circle"
"I think what we need here, is a surveillance camera. Something to keep tabs on you all the time"
Piggy looked at me hopefully.
"Do you think that would be a solution? do you?"
"No"
But never the less I broached the subject to the boss to have one installed at the centre, to keep and eye on these punks that skate in the backyard and the old-aged pensioners who steal birdseed.
He agreed
