As you can see there’s a sizeable archive here. Lots of moments eeking out something, wherever it comes from. Yet even with all of these pieces – and more scattered through other archives, physical or otherwise – still secrets cloud the day, hushed away. To find oneself all secret.
A large delusion many sport is that the more you talk about sicknesses and the more you wrestle with the injustices, you’ll somehow find a solution. This is categorically false. This is absolutely false. This is the bedrock of deceit which funds the pharmaceutical industry, therapy industry, shopping and other addictions. It’s wrong. It is killing many.
The only thing that works is to size up the problem, and then discard the world with your best guess solutions, letting the problem dissipate into the background as you take a foot forward. This is all that works. Talking about your problems does not work. It does not work.
Oh, but how tempting it may be! How tempting indeed… how intoxicating to revel in one’s conceit about the sicknesses and horridness and snottiness one could seek out if needed. And it becomes needed if one wants to sustain some sort of superiority about it all.