I really did plan to update Tuesday, but stuff intervened.
I’ve been feeling really down lately, for a lot of reasons, many of which I can do nothing about. Again I quote from Emil Dorian’s diary:
The fatigue I’ve gathered year after year and stored inside now heaves a muted cry of helplessness. Nothing but fatigue, rounding my shoulders, heavier than ever on this late autumn day with a useless sun, a world of unforgiving disasters. So many struggles and tragedies, so much sorrow and egotism in this dark, in this rotting century of hate.
This too shall pass, however.
Years ago I read a young adult novel called Swallowing Stones. The novel was okay, nothing special, but contained a really awesome metaphor: the protagonist had been a lifeguard at a swimming pond one summer, and there was a girl who was diving for stones in the pond, putting them in her mouth so she could use both arms to swim. And she wound up choking on a stone and dying. The protagonist had to bring her body up to the surface. He later wondered: Why didn’t she just swallow the stone? It would have hurt but she would have lived.
I’ve had a lot of stones to swallow lately. I’m trying to stop them getting bigger and choking me.
*wanders off to take a nap or something*