Lost capacity to imagine someone listening,
people are ideas in the mind - and my
mind stopped conjuring people – I am two typing
hands, two unfocused eyes and a voice out
of tune, music gone, becoming a maddened
Vivaldi spring
I cannot imagine any benevolent intelligent
energy creating worlds, manifesting in every
being, reality being 4 walls and TV repeating
Top Gear - I want one thing only: translating
for a salary - today does not count because
we all work
To provide for that terrible time when we shall
be forced to live in decaying bodies - no-one
allowed to plan their own death with grace -
waiting like dumb animals for the last bell to
toll - while modern medicine gobbles up the
amassed wealth
We did not enjoy in our youth - we keep
working, losing all feeling - luckily the
pain is gone - the main obstacle to
being resigned with life…
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