12.10.13
I have been in a 'nothing' loop since I returned to England on the sixteenth of August 2013. It felt like my brain had collapsed into a grave and left my body wandering lonely without a source or outlet. A few attempts to edit what I had written felt empty and hollow and it seemed I couldn't leave my work 'as is' without grammar and sense input for a conventional audience. Who am I to want to portray myself as a standard plug, a indistinct human? Today I recoiled from my own banality and was sick to the pit of my being. It is still really just me and the rest in opposition juxtaposed flowing against the drowning heavy surge which is assimilation. It was necessary to draw breath and forget my trials over the summer just long enough for me to grimace again. So I will not let my thoughts evaporate into the autumn squalls completely. As long as I am aware some hope resides I will be brave and dwell in the realm of nine and five/Monday to Friday even while I feel threat...