“In any case, life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.” - Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room Photography by Anita
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“In any case, life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.” - Virginia Woolf, Jacob's Room Photography by Anita
A poem by Gary G Pelow, Humor.
There is no life worth having without humor, even in the depths of psychosis humor can save you from boring drudgery, you may say there is nothing funny about being psychotic and ill, however this is not about laughing at sickness or pain, or those who experience these things. Humor should never be vindictive and hateful to others, nor should it be insulting to ones own pain, however, I have found in the middle of my psychosis humor and satire can be uplifting, it can smash the ice cold loneliness of mental problems. If I had cancer, would that be funny? Cancer is not funny, but neither is living a joyless, empty life that can be deadly even faster without humor related to ones own misfortune and circumstances, plus humor reduces physical pain. I find satire the most uplifting, making fun of politicians or listening to others who do, I find them funny, that is the price of being a politician in a republic. Seek all who make you laugh, seek out the television shows or online comedians on youtube, seek the humor of others to ease the pain like morphine.
Madame Blanche no se movió ni un milímetro. Tenía los labios entrecerrados, parecían la prehistoria de una sonrisa.
Seda / Alessandro Baricco
How pathetically scanty my self-knowledge is compared with, say, my knowledge of my room. There is no such thing as observation of the inner world, as there is of the outer world.
Franz Kafka