‘My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
‘Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
‘What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
‘I never know what you are thinking. Think.’


I think we are in rats’ alley
Where the dead men lost their bones.


                          -- T. S. Eliot
                            "The Waste Land"
                             II. A Game of Chess
                             (lines 111-115)

more shit: things visual : anal retina // things audible : commercial suicide // things i'd rather not discuss : fuck yeah, ennui