Larry

“I remember thinking, listlessly, is this what it means to be happy? But now I feel it in my gut. Why is it that we have so little choice? We live like the lowliest worms. Always defeated—defeated we make dinner, we eat, we sleep. Everyone we love is dying. Still, to cease living is unacceptable.

Tonight, again, I felt the darkness hindering my breathing. In my heavy, depressed sleep, I battled each demon in turn.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen