November 21st, 2008
I still feel strangely moodless, suffering an absence of emotion,
Thought, inspiration and desire. I stare into space for long periods
Of time. I pick up books, then put them back. I put the television on
And look at it a while, then switch it off. I cannot seem to think about
The future or the past. I cannot find anything I want to do, nothing
Stirs in my soul, nothing possesses me, nothing excites me.
I wonder if I am still alive, I wonder if meaning will return, I wonder if
I want it to. There is a certain kind of peace to this place I'm in, at least.
Posted by PRABHU N