The time when you should start to worry....

...is when they tell you not to worry. 

I wasn't concerned about it before, but after the geniuses who run this august journal of enlightened thought tell me not to be, I'm suddenly afraid.
It may not happen when the kooks say it will, but as far as escaping unscathed, I think we've got two chances: slim and none. 

From dark shore to dark shore

Well, that was fucking something, wasn't it? Hitler missed those two, unfortunately.

I can't decide whether to take 2013 off, or just blow it out. It depends on what happens in December.

Every fucking day, people--every goddamned day I walk out the door. And many I don't; barely left the house all day and yet it was fraught with countless psychological perils. 

Why it's medicine:

September is the most dangerous month

I don't know why, but September seems accursed. It once seemed lucky and my endeavors that began then seemed to go well. In the last few years, however, it has been very troublesome and is best weathered by duck-and-cover.
Usually, if I can muddle through until October, things work out, but it's tough, and it looks like this will be another rough one--I'm determined to stick it out this time despite whatever slings and arrows fate sees fit to throw at me.
Tiresome, but what can you do?

It's the quiet life from here on in....

"I see it all perfectly: there are two possible situations--

one can either do this or that.

My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this:

do it or do not do it--you will regret both."

Bazinga, Mr. Kierkegaard. 

Heading for a grim and ascetic life. Better that you choose it than it choose you. 

Isla de Creepyhead

The English poet John Donne said that no man is an island . . . but there are at least solitary dominions, with their far frontiers and borderlands, where there are fences without gates, and walls without doors.

The Pink Floyd lyrics may claim that "It's a sin that somehow/light is tuning to shadow/and casting its shroud/over all we have known..." but that doesn't mean that it is wrong to be "turning away". I find myself fine with The Turning Away; it seems perfectly alright to embrace the darkness, with "a coldness inside", that it will be enough to merely "stand and stare".
This is not for me a world to share.

To sail the icy sunless seas, hark! the tide is at flood and upon the full current we float!
Let us toward the Endless Wall of Night fare, the moon and stars shine down no more upon us.

"If you want a safe compass to guide you through life, and to banish all doubt as to the right way of looking at it, you cannot do better than accustom yourself to regard this world as a penitentiary, a sort of penal colony.
Amongst the evils of a penal colony is the company of those imprisoned in it."

- Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860)