Often, when I’m home alone, I’ll go to the kitchen and take a knife from the block, the big one that looks like it was descended from Viking stock. I’ll take it to the bathroom, remove my clothes, and sit with it in the shower basin. Cross-legged with the flat upon my thigh, I use the nails of my free hand to map prospective incisions. I stay this way until I feel guilty for having wasted everybody’s time, time I should have spent on them. It doesn’t matter what I want, they still need so much from me.
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02/05/2015 at 20:59
Inside the mind of a lunatic?
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02/05/2015 at 23:16
Anything that comes out of my head must necessarily be so.
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03/05/2015 at 07:26
I did mean it in the sense of the story, so is the story inside the mind of a lunatic, a fictional one?
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03/05/2015 at 07:31
It depends on the angle I suppose. I think I see it as rational mania
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03/05/2015 at 07:37
Rational mania . . . I like that, I like that a lot ;).
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