Monday, 25 April 2011

I can feel my mental illness

My memory isn't great. My cognitive faculties in certain areas are rapidly degenerating. I'm alone. I'm dying and want to die sooner.

I can still dream though. I can still read and write. I can make people laugh and I suppose cry too. I can analyse. I can dance and feel.

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We It comes in part from an appreciation that no one can truly sign their own work. Everything is many influences coming together to the one moment where a work exists. The other is a begrudging acceptance that my work was never my own. There is another consciousness or non-corporeal entity that helps and harms me in everything I do. I am not I because of this force or entity. I am "we"