January 16, 2005


Being at home for a long time makes me exceedingly introverted and pensive. I wish I could plug a tube into my head and pump out the thoughts (from where they come, I do not know). I feel so incapacitated in every way. It's like a weight on my body I have to lift. It manifests itself in my dreams, and I wake up with a pessimism that I've grown used to. I continue to struggle to remember what was pleasant, but the suburbs kills my memory. What happened to my wonder? These unintelligent streets are broad and wide.

Ah! Get yourself together!

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