Feb 09, 2012 21:52
I've been sick.*
For how long?
Since before I was born.
Really?
I was born yesterday.
You don't say.
I will die tomorrow.
Which is another way of saying you will never die.**
* I literally have to crawl from room to room if I don't want my lungs to go terrible and spastic and crackly like static from walking upright.
** I finished Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead this afternoon and good Lord that book was one of the best things to happen to me. Tomorrow I'm going and buying it because it is something I need in my life.
books,
why is life,
sickness