Curiosity killed the cat. After it had sent him ma

Am I in a cupboard? Under my bed sheets? In the boot of a car? Is it a cats stomach? A close up of one of the queens hats? Or did I just stick the camera down my pants?

It could be one of the above. But then again it might not be. It could be something completely ridiculous and exciting, or something terribly boring and average.
It may disappoint you, it may make you angry that you wasted minutes of your life pondering over such rubbish. Or it could be something that makes you smile, something that you have to tell your friends about. Something that you want to do, somewhere you want to be, or something you want to touch, to feel and witness with your own eyes.


Are you going to ignore this Blip?
Are you not bothered in the slightest?
Do you even care?
Do you want to know?
Are you slightly curious?
Is your brain starting to itch with possibilities?
Does not knowing displease you?
Will it keep you awake tonight?
Will it cross your mind while you eat your dinner?
Will you lay on your death bed and wish you had asked all them years ago?
Do you need to know the truth or are you happy with your imagination deciding for you?


Am I in your head yet?