I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And what do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited."
"Is there no way out of the mind?"
This is what I wonder daily. I am far too introspective for my own good. But what do you expect? I'm a writer. But one must be careful, or you will descend into lunacy. That's why one must distract oneself frequently; get out of your head.
But as Shane said in the L Word, "Carmen, Jenny's a writer. She's supposed to be in her head all the time."
Ha. Amusing, and true to some extent. But why do you think Jenny went apeshit nuts? She was too self-involved.
I felt nutty writing as much as I did over break.
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