No matter how dark the room gets I can always see. It looks emptier when I put the lights on so I don't do it if I can help it. Brightness disagrees with me: it hurts my eyes, wastes electricity and encourages moths, all sorts of things. I sit in the dark for a number of reasons.
Janice GallowayIt's asking for trouble to listen to music alone.
Janice GallowayI already read everything. I read poems and plays and novels and newspapers and comic books and magazines. I read tins in supermarkets and leaflets that come through the door, unsolicited mail. None of it lasts long and it doesn't give me answers. Reading too fast is not soothing.
Janice GallowayTag: reading
The phone is an instrument of intrusion into order. It is a threat to control. Just when you think you are alone and safe, the call could come that changes your life. Or someone else's. It makes the same flat, mechanical noise for everyone and gives no clues what's waiting there on the other end of the line. You can never be too careful.
Janice GallowayTag: phone telephone telephones phones cellphones cellphone the-phone
You would think there's a natural limit to tears: only so much the body can give at one sitting before it runs dry.
Janice GallowayNo matter how often I think I can't stand it anymore, I always do. There is no alternative. I don't fall, I don't foam at the mouth, faint, collapse or die. It's the same for all of us. You can't get out of the inside of your own head. Something keeps you going. Something always does.
Janice GallowayTag: life
Needing people yet being afraid of them is wearing me out.
Janice GallowayGod isn't fooled by mercenary goodness I told myself and went back to manic smiling.
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