I know what I am capable of. I have seen it and continue to catch fragments and fleeting glimpses when I least expect it… the familiar old genius is there, hidden somewhere… but I can’t help but feel that in the midst of becoming I am fighting myself every inch of the way. Will I ever reach the plateau that I am meant to reach, or will I simply lay down in the valley below and try to wish it all away?
“And the worst of it was, and the root of it all, that it was all in accord with the normal fundamental laws of over-acute consciousness, and with the inertia that was the direct result of those laws, and that consequently one was not only unable to change but could do absolutely nothing.”
I love television. It relentlessly shows me all of the things I can’t possibly stomach.