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The world and its ways 0

Dear Bradshaw,

            Tired, bub. Not sure why. I slept sufficiently. But it’s 10am and I’m flat on my back. Jimi too. We’re both tired. Tired of everything, all of it. I’m not even drinking wine right now. It’s the world and its ways. The sun comes up and then goes down, then up, then down, up, down, and on and on ad infinitum. It’s also me and the monotony. I breathe in. I breathe out. In, out, in, out and on and on ad infinitum. Then there’s the thinking, which never stops. I think about this, then that, then that, then this, this, that, that, this and round and round and on and on ad infinitum. I drink water (it seems there’s no end to how much water I can drink) and that continues day after day, everyday, again and again and on and on ad infinitum. Even in my sleep I can’t escape because I dream. Just when I arrive at a blissful state of inner peace and temporary non-being I start dreaming and I’m tired of dreaming.

            The sky is gray today. Maybe that explains my mood. I’m meteopathic = affected by changes in the weather. That’s it. That’s what it is. The clouds, though they’re up there, are making me feel down here. Luckily, I have only one lesson to teach today. Unfortunately though, that means that eventually, at some point or another (precisely two hours, in fact), I’m going to have to get up and go. Maybe a hot shower will revive me. Perhaps a cappuccino or a new car or a cupcake.

            Ho hum. Tired today. Flat on my back.

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