what...is...it...?

Sometimes I see a film or television show that shows a dead body and it's in such a position that I can't really identify it. I know it's a corpse and that it's dead and possibly mutilated and bloody but all that is overshadowed by this mystery of disorientation.
This is the same feeling I have when I look inside myself. There's some tragedy but I'm not sure what it is or what it(I) might do. And I'm a afraid to look too hard or I might find out what's really there.

I'm Going Outside....To Stalk...Lenny and Karl
I miss being stalked, it was flattering. And it impressed people. And when I was alone, I had this sort of weird feeling of not being alone as if my stalker kept me company. Even if it was just from a distance and behind some bushes.
I would guestimate that 98% of stalking is harmless. Too bad it has such a negative connotation to it as that small precentile has ruined it for everyone. Otherwise, I think it would be an acceptable practise.

Recent Books
Fight Club - Excellent but a bit spoiled by the film
Silence of the Lambs - see above
Rita Hayworth and the Shawshank Redemption - see above
Now I'm waiting for Joseph Heller Catch 22. After that I think I'll give Chuck Palahniuk a 5th try(Fight Club, Invisible Monsters and A Collection of Essays, Emails and Short Stories were good but I gave up on Choke)