i live with one foot firmly planted in the world of imagination and fantasy and i like being there, able to infinitely repeat and revise the moments in my life that upon reflection cause me dissatisfaction...
"behind the enforced busy work, so necessary to keep the disquiet of an unfulfilled life at bay; beyond the many and minute tasks, the mundane repetitions that if necessary can fill every waking hour and minute, there is, bubbling up from underneath; the knowledge that there could be more..."
"stand up straight. shoulders back and breathe in deeply. let the air fill your lungs; stretch your ribs to almost beyond capacity. let the blood be replenished..."
"trapped inside, my feelings seethe about, seeking expression. i don’t know what they are; i can’t name them..."
"one finds a measure of contentment in the structure and control of an ascetic life..."