I Am Dead To Them, Even Though

We Stayed At Home To Write, To Consolidate Our Outstretched Selves.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid. 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 Think I Am Mad Sometimes.

The Day I Went Into Physics Class It Was Death.

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.