You never look at
life, do you? You just drive straight through it. You should stop and sit, but
find somebody to sit with you. You’re not strong enough to do it on your own. Nobody
is.
I look at life all the time. I rarely do anything but stop
and sit these days, and I must admit that it can be an uncomfortable calling at
times. I occasionally feel the need of a shoulder to rest my head on, but where
on earth does one go to find the right shoulder?
My present woes will persist for a little while yet, and the
signs indicate that they will then get worse.
And wasn’t that a strange story I wrote last night? Or maybe it would be truer to say that the story wasn’t so strange, but the fact
that I wrote it was.
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