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Sometimes we have the absolute certainty there's something inside us that's so hideous and monstrous that if we ever search it out we won't be able to stand looking at it. But it's when we're willing to come face to face with that demon that we face the angel.

Hubert Selby, Jr.

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For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.

Aeschylus

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My journal drawing

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"You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all words, images, dreams or ghosts are 'yours' and which are 'mine.'

It's past sorting out."

Thomas Pynchon

(On the way out east to the beach this evening I saw the amazingly huge seemingly pregnant moon and thought of the above quote further penciling out a drawing.)

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1912

1912

Nineteen days into December,

I in my old oversized beat up coat found a comfortable spot on the couch and it actually was for the first time in nineteen whole days I felt calm.

I sunk in exhausted curled up alone feeling a near magical fuzzy security as an infant safely tucked away within a warm womb-

My insomnia rocked and comforted.

Stolen at nineteen past midnight perhaps by a merciful sentinal who would make better use of my energy to stand guard I thought,

"I could fall asleep, fall asleep right here"

Kind of a great feeling when every little noise penetrates my being and sets me off, sleep never came easy back then.

Nothing like the warmth of my old faded coat wrapped around me, soothing as an attentive lovers arms.

December silence mimicking a phantasmal overnight snowfall ... beautifully untrodden... my thoughts with no tracks to follow turn to an empty canvas, I settle in a rare plague free moment

I

call

home.

1912

CSloan

December 19 2018

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