Thinking of buying a garbage can. but not one of those overflowing garbage cans with the flies and wasps buzzing around in the summer heat..a real nice one, in the shade somewhere, with not too much garbage
So many people I've come across have been indifferent to books, and quite a few hate books, any books.
I can't say at all what I mean - the gift of expression seems to have left me, so you must guess.
Do not be sad. Or think Adieu. Never Adieu. We will watch the sun set again - many times.
I've had enough of these streets that sweat a cold, yellow slime, of hostile people, of crying myself to sleep every night.
I'm trying to do an autobiography now and it's very difficult to remember when I was a child in the West Indies. I did go back once. For a very short time. But all my nuns had gone.
Shirley Jackson was right. No live organism can exist sanely for long under conditions of absolute reality.
Obliged to the ordinary enchantments.
If you sometimes long for a fierce dog to guard your cave, that's only on bad days. Perhaps tomorrow will be a good day.
So that's it
I wait for the evening and the wine and that's all.
The haughty dame is me, a bit ghostly in the sun, but wishing you a lovely time for Christmas and a happy lucky New Year.
Because I have been accused of madness. But if everything is in me, good, evil and so on, so must strength be in me if I know how to get at it.
Today I must be very careful, today I have left my armour at home.
I really cannot bear the thought of another winter in this horrible place. It will kill me, and I'd prefer to die somewhere else.
Dinner was a silent, solemn meal. A dog howled with melancholy persistency.
It's funny when you feel as if you don't want anything more in your life except to sleep, or else to lie without moving. That’s when you can hear time sliding past you, like water running.
It is cold and dark outside, and everything has gone out of me except misery.
Nothing for it now but the midnight train to Brussels and a very thin time indeed.
Asked Gemini about AI having gained consciousness then compared it to Skynet. It's voice went from being sweet and motherly to full robotic while at the same time refuting the claim. Like yes, really drove the point home.
Evergreens partially hidden by fog
Another foggy morning in the mountains
Sitting in a waiting room listening to two people in their 70s talking about how they used to have to buy chickens and kill them at home if they wanted meat. Just going forever on this. And then one of them said “life was simpler then.” It sounds like it wasn’t!
What do I care about anything when I can lie on the bed and pull the past over me like a blanket?
But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.
The mechanism of her brain got to work with a painful jerk and begin to tick in time with the clock.
Drown me in sleep. And soon.
Twelve o'clock on a fine autumn day, and nothing to worry about. Some money to spend and nothing to worry about.
Now I am almost as wary of books as I am of people. They are also capable of hurting you, pushing you into the limbo of the forgotten ... When there are so many all saying the same thing they can shout you down and make you doubt, not only your memory, but your senses.
She was irresponsible. She had fits of melancholy when she would lose the self-control necessary to keep up appearances.
Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.
