If I didnโt think, Iโd be much happier.
The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.
I've eaten a bag of Green apples. Boarded the train, there's no getting off
And there's the fallacy of existence: the idea that one could be happy forever and age with a given situation or series of accomplishments.
Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.
because wherever I satโon the deck of a ship or at a street cafรฉ in Paris or BangkokโI would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.