april 27
dear jude, the mutation of self is normal.
The mutation of self is normal. Occurring all too often. But that’s the way we like it. We like living on the edges of cliffs looking out onto rough black seas. The turmoil period is almost over. In comes the dissociation. More and more I am feeling detached from reality, numb almost, like my psyche has run out of oil.
Everyone I know is teetering on the edge. Staring at death with hungry eyes. A mass depression has occurred. I’ve been filling my conscious with drugs. Perhaps too many drugs, but sobriety contains evil. I will soon overdose on one of these drugs, I know, to end it all.
