thematic fetishism aside, I find myself depressed again. This journal recently has been devoted too much to broad, sweeping generalities. It is the details which matter most and the details that need to be discussed. This could continue, as I could recount days and weeks, rather than hours and minutes. As that silly cliche goes: stay in the moment ( Read more... )

As the song goes "you are only coming through in waves..." That is essentially how I have felt most of today. As usual, alarms were missed, and with them, the hope of anything productive. At this moment, sadness is setting in, the kind that if I don't destroy it now, it will consume the next several days ( Read more... )