“No hunger. No longing. No thirst. Lately, my dreams are discussing the worst of me. They’ve got such great points, so I don’t argue. I pick at food in a way of keeping this vessel awake because I haven’t fully committed to dying yet. It is amazing how long you can go without saying anything. Life is almost better this way– to only observe how everything happens, how the world keeps moving, without being a part of it.”
— Schuyler Peck, Unmedicated (via schuylerpeck)













