Yesterday was spent dozing on the couch, recovering from a hangover. It was not a pleasant experience physically, but psychically, it did wonders. I ever felt like grading like a raging teacher last night as I ate a delicious lox and bagel at Filter.
Something came across my mind last night as I reflected on my day spent deep inside my consciousness, floating in and out and swirling around in the soup of consciousness. I have spent an inordinate amount of time within my internal world, more than is probably healthy for a good social life. Not that my social life lacks. I am simply much better at being alone than many people could ever tolerate.
Yet there is a deeper level. It is a place breached more so during times of stress, a place we all went when we were children when we were scared. I've lived in this place more than I care to. I've spent too much time there. It fails me in this world, the world we all share together. I felt like this was going to be a grander statement when I first thought of putting this down. Yet there it is, as plain as can be, and now I just feel exposed in a way which makes me feel lame. Nevertheless, I've said what I needed to say.
Blah!
söndag, oktober 23, 2005
The Land Within
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