I eat not because I want to, not because I have to overcome anything, not to prove myself to anyone, but because it's there. I eat because that's what people do. And somehow when the food is put in front of you by an institution, when there's a large gray force behind it and you don't have to thank anyone for it, you have the animal instinct to make it disappear.
The Shift hasn't happened yet, maybe it never will, but sometimes-just enough times to give me hope-my brain jars back into where it's supposed to be.
People don't make good Anchors, though, Craig. They change.
I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?
We're all animals, high school is animals, but some of us are more animal than others. Like in 'Animal Farm,' which I read, all animals are created equal, but some are more equal than others? Here in the real world, all equals are created animal, but some are more animal than others.
I've had good moments scattered since then, times when I thought I was better, but that was the last day I felt triumphant.
Dreams are only dreams until you wake up and make them real.
I've started to think it must just be chemistry, in which case we're looking for the Shift and we haven't found it yet.
The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.
