Once in a letter to a friend of mine I declared myself to be wonderfully ill. I believe that time has come again. There's a painful lump in my neck, I have leprosy in my left fingers, something swollen and heavy crouches in my throat, I am off balance, exhausted and unable to walk for more then two minutes without nearly passing out. I feel great.
This illness has silenced my thoughts. I am inside every moment, the world is wrapped in cotton wool. I can't even think about thinking and I'm loving every second. Is this what it is like to be someone else? Someone who can come home, cook dinner, watch television and then go to bed. I've always wanted to be that person. I long to be uncomplicated and settled. I want shopping lists on the fridge and a cheap shiny magazine to read, I want only one kind of tea and an absence of ideas, experiments and manuscripts. Is this what its like? Is this the way to live?
Inject me with your poisons. I don't want this to end.
This illness has silenced my thoughts. I am inside every moment, the world is wrapped in cotton wool. I can't even think about thinking and I'm loving every second. Is this what it is like to be someone else? Someone who can come home, cook dinner, watch television and then go to bed. I've always wanted to be that person. I long to be uncomplicated and settled. I want shopping lists on the fridge and a cheap shiny magazine to read, I want only one kind of tea and an absence of ideas, experiments and manuscripts. Is this what its like? Is this the way to live?
Inject me with your poisons. I don't want this to end.
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I think you should live by whatever standard makes you feel good. I try to do a little of both...free association living and structured living...but always, always variety!!!