Agreeable eye.

an eudæmonistarchives

12.03.02 – Tuesday

Searching.

The heaviness behind the eyes — which at present comes of wanting to read.

Waiting.

I would like tomorrow to be done with, complete, perfected. That seems to me the most horrible thing a person could wish — the negation of possibilities.

Aimless drifting. The steadfast refusal of the orders to resolve. Crumbling. Tottering.

The words for noises. Fourth foot caesura. Hiatus. Focus.

Summoned, at last, to sleep.


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