“I discovered that my gift had its price, which took the form of, in my case as in his, a sort of mental darkness” – Donna Tartt, The Secret History
Photo is of a cool ceiling lamp I saw recently. Feeling tired and a little raw around the edges today. Mental darkness, perhaps, creeping over the land inside my head (a land best described as an echoing, empty cavern with a really annoying echo). My back is bothering me a lot lately, and I keep hoping it’s just from unstretched quads or something … but tonight it feels different, almost more internal and holistic than muscular and local – and it’s got me a little unnerved. I plan to take an ambien and escape both my troublesome body and my noisy mind.