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9:20 p.m. - 2006-12-07
Having some bad days lately. I can laugh and joke and converse with my felow humans, but it's largely display. I can't really describe the bad stuff, so I'll use the words of others. Let's go with Hermann Hesse's 'Steppenwolf' -

"Ah, look where I might and think what I might, there was no cause for rejoicing and nothing beckoned me. There was nothing to charm me or tempt me. Everything was old, withered, grey, limp and spent, and stank of staleness and decay. Dear God, how was it possible? How had I, with the wings of youth and poetry, come to this? Art and travel and the glow of ideals - and now this! How had this paralysis of hatred against myself and everyone else, this obstruction of all feeling, this mud-hell of an empty heart and despair crept over me so softly and so slowly?

Yeah, that sounds about right.



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