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The moment I find myself, I am lost; if I believe, I doubt; I grasp hold of something but hold nothing in my hand. I go to sleep as if I were going for a walk, but I’m awake. I wake as if I slept, and I am not myself. Life, after all, is but one great insomnia and there is a lucid half-awakeness about everything we think or do.

“would I really dare to go off to this hut or cave, knowing and understanding that, since the monotony exists in me alone, I would never be free of it ? Suffocating where I am and because I am where I am, would I breathe any better there when it is my lungs that are diseased and not the air about me? “

I have enough money to buy food and drink, I have somewhere to live and enough free time in which to dream, write - and sleep - what more can I ask of the gods or hope for from Fate?

IM CRYIN k bye