Jan 27
Please get this straight I am up to my ears in lessons I've been taught. Long before I picked up this phone tonight I've been taught, so lessons I don't need, understand? Good people I do.
You've watched the walls close in on you? Me too. You've been ignored or studied out of the corners of people's eyes? Me too. You've been suffered and tolerated? Me too, okay? Times are bad. Things stink. The world's a cinder in your eye. But what is the alternative? Now I ask you, Inga, what in god's name is the alternative?
Every time I breathe, every breath I take, every gulp, it's like it's got bubbles in it. It's heady.
Now why can't you reach out and hang on to me and feel what I feel? Why can't you come into my world?
