where is all your furniture
I’m getting a handful of comments asking this.
The answer is that the feeling of a guillotine over my head that follows me renders me unable to invest in such things as furniture. If I’m to be rendered ashes at any given point, I’d rather not leave behind a load of work for the people who have to clean up after me. Even in death I would feel guilty, you must understand. And also, I’ve always felt the need to be able to pack up and run at any given moment. One bag and one box can contain everything I own.
It’s uncomfortable to sleep on the floor but it’s comfortable to know I can be gone at any moment if I need to be.
Point of order. An accounting of events and remarks from last few weeks by the grand secretary of clan Sinclair, whose name has been forgotten, what which she seems to be withholding from the rest of the group.
We begin!
The body is assigned to work a draining and hectic schedule with not enough days of rest, in fact none at all for more than two concurrent weeks.
Both therapists are dealing with family emergencies and health issues leading sessions to be repeatedly cancelled and rescheduled, to this day there have not been any sessions for a period of time the mind seems incapable of recalling accurately.
a book from the past is re read seemingly inspiring a new and particularly strong bout of divine madness
a second book from the past is revisited inspiring incredible delusions of grandeur
magical thinking completes the trifecta and now the body speaks to God, lamenting being unable to take Shahada as there are sins that must yet be committed
“You seem to be in a wave of insomnia driven mania” - a member of the audience and friend
A call is received informing the group that FFS will be denied, given the insurance company is a catholic institution. All these exhausting nights and trying circumstances perceived as tests from Allah were indeed for naught
Mania continues, perhaps even ramping up
End of account.
It feels as though all things are conspiring to lead me to a point. I can feel it, but I will let it happen as it shall.
There’s a post scheduled a month out, pushed back every month survived. It is called A Touch Of Prescience its publication spells D.O.O.M!!
At least I am now free to roam the earth again. I wonder where I will end up next. Somewhere warm I hope.
I fear I can only bear witness to the currents of my life.
At least we make a few people smile.
post script.
Kali, you look very beautiful today, I wanted to reach out the last few days, but I always fear I’m being a bother and so I don’t. I hope you’re well all things considered.
A bientot
slipping through my fingerrrrss alll the time I tryyy to captuuurrre every minuuute.
I had a nightmare I was being hunted by police. It’s only just occurred to me that it may because of the events of this week.
Well anyway, I’m ready, and willing, and waiting.
