tanjun andMe-jade for The Library.
Living through massively dark days with just the Christmas lights from the neighbor’s window blinking through the late night early morning till blue/ purple dusk and I’m laying there cold and then sweating and then cold and then sweating and the blinking is slowly driving me mad along with the snoring of the dog. I’m jealous of the bitch. How can she sleep? Then when I can’t hear her breathing, I bolt up in bed and make sure she’s still alive. I’ve become more or less obsessed with her cancer and those fucking Crhistmas lights and living on pizza and mineral water. I tried wine, but it actually made me feel worse and sleep worse and so what’s the point of worse? There’s a taste in my mouth, but it’s no taste at all.
I am no good without my woman. I am a wreck slipping against the rocks between tides. Fortuneately, while I lay on the couch in more or less a fetal positin, people all over the world have been making things like elves. So I have a lot of posting to do to catch up with them.
