March 28, 2008
Sometimes, it is just that your brain takes in too much at once and will not stop. At the same time it is matching everything up end to end, side to side, top to bottom and piling it all up. All the pollution, corruption, death, uncertainty, life creeping end to end, countless souls and tender shoots tasting molecules of air swarming in unbearable beauty. It knocks you out, makes you tired, and in the end it roughs you up, you know. I wonder if it is not a disease but merely as some suggest—a natural reaction to it all.