Reading nonfiction...
Sometimes it seems as if this insane inert phase is taking forever. I truly have come to a crossroads in my life, and identity itself hangs in the balance. My identity, that is...
My late teens and early twenties were spent at a frantic, fevered pace. Oh, I wrote poetry and pursued art and music...but at the expense of everything else. Caffeine was my friend. And I didn't sleep enough.
Finally in New York I came up against a wall that was too high to climb. And the breakdown began...
I'm tired of it all. I'm not going to fight anymore. Just sleep. Watch trashy movies. And sleep. Sleep sleep sleep.
Another thing is the reading of nonfiction. My sense of reality has always been skewed, a fact I've only recently come to realize. This means that I have to skew it back again. And it is so skewed that it will take some time. But there is the stopping of dreams, which has already happened. And there is reading nonfiction. Reading about the reality of life, with all its' disappointments, and the hardships most other people have had to go through throughout history, put my own situation into perspective. So I have been doing that. Biographies, self-help, astronomy (the endless celestial sphere) science, geology, science...
Questions of science, science and progress...do not speak as loud as my heart.....
My late teens and early twenties were spent at a frantic, fevered pace. Oh, I wrote poetry and pursued art and music...but at the expense of everything else. Caffeine was my friend. And I didn't sleep enough.
Finally in New York I came up against a wall that was too high to climb. And the breakdown began...
I'm tired of it all. I'm not going to fight anymore. Just sleep. Watch trashy movies. And sleep. Sleep sleep sleep.
Another thing is the reading of nonfiction. My sense of reality has always been skewed, a fact I've only recently come to realize. This means that I have to skew it back again. And it is so skewed that it will take some time. But there is the stopping of dreams, which has already happened. And there is reading nonfiction. Reading about the reality of life, with all its' disappointments, and the hardships most other people have had to go through throughout history, put my own situation into perspective. So I have been doing that. Biographies, self-help, astronomy (the endless celestial sphere) science, geology, science...
Questions of science, science and progress...do not speak as loud as my heart.....