nausea of radio: another trap is sprung

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Wednesday morning was tough. Although I have tried to overlook the infection irritating my ear the last couple of weeks and continue in the noisy dirty environment - which has been my abode of sufferance since twenty first of August - something subtle snapped in that damaging situation and, like an overly coiled spring, I lost control being unable to negate this disharmony (previously I had been redirecting or eluding my inner voice by feeding it a A Course in Miracles and The Power of NOW when my mind struggled against the toxins thrust upon me by Heart, Kerrang! or Radio Two from seven until six); I was insane. My previously helpless, fearful, judgemental and intolerant persona was watching and reaching to pull itself beyond my own control again. In a wave of self revulsion I decided I must escape forthwith from another peace-less doom and allow my physical difficulties remedy themselves amongst quietude. Luckily I found a way to return to 42 to battle this infection away from the threat of radio nausea, incapacity and death.

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