Bright Eyes - Road to Joy: youtube.com/watch?v=23d2qee4lG4
A friend of mine recently said to me:
I just want to know how long it will be before I don't feel like shit all the time.
I didn't have an answer for him.
And I went to bed last night thinking that I seem to not be able to do anything right. And I woke up today with those after effects in my body. I don't much feel like doing anything at the moment but to stay in listening to music all day, reading. But I have to move all of my things from one room to another room across town and I don't know how I'm going to do that but I will because I have little choice. Shower, some food will serve me right, bring me back.
I sometimes think of a poem I read when I was twenty, by Dylan Thomas, where the narrator tells a dying man, "Do not go gentle into that good night. / Rage, rage against the dying of the light." I'd never considered such an approach to death and it's sometimes the closest I have to an approach to living.
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