I’m tired. As usual.
I’m tired of being tired.
I’m tired of being tired year after year.
I’m too tired to continue to expend the energy to wear the mask to function with the neuro typicals inside the box in a way they find acceptable.
I’m tired of waiting for the hand of fire to touch my lips.
I’m tired of dysfunctional institutions.
I’m tired of failure.
I’m going to simplify things.
January 14, 2008 at 6:57 pm
“Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.
You cannot tell always by looking what is happening,
More than half a tree is spread out in the soil under your feet.
Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet.
Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree.
Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden.
Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make sugar.”
–from The Seven of Pentacles,
by Marge Piercy
January 17, 2008 at 4:28 am
Nice. Tks.
Though the decay process works in reverse — one day a big old tree justs seems to fall over.
Anyway — roots come and go — soil fungus lingers
I didn’t eat or use the computer for 5 days (overlapping but not the same days) so I am really behind and not that concerned with catching up.