Wednesday, October 4, 2023

He puts his foot to the pedal...

All right then, he is claiming the right to be unhappy. Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have dementia and cancer; the right to gain a bit too much weight, the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen tomorrow; the right to be called out for his toxicity; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind. He claims them all. He will be savage at last.


Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.