And indeed there will be time
To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "that is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all."
--various bits of "
the love song of j. alfred prufrock" by t. s. eliot
Irreversible damage done to already irreversible damage. I wish I could reverse and reverse and reverse. Spin around, all undone.
J. Alfred and I have too much in common --> a fear of our stupid inadequacies. Our insecurity leads us to inaction, till it is too late; we are already balding.
Fuck it. Fishes in the sea. Fishes that aren't me.
That is not what I meant at all.
That is not it, at all.
I think, "This is not me, this is not me at all.
You don't know me; I am all potential."