Saturday, August 29, 2009
I don't know if i am dying, or already dead. I don't know if I want to be dead or alive anymore. I don't know anything anymore. Even no respite, no help from beloved Eliot.
My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
I remember nothing. April is not the cruelest month. September is.