Gee Whiz: midcentury life and other things.

Strength, strength is what I want. Strength not to endure, I have that and it has made me weak—but strength to act—

Sleep doesn’t help if it’s your soul that’s tired.

I am very sad and I feel more miserable than I can say, and I do not know how far I’ve come. I do not know what to do or what to think, but vehemently desire to leave this place. I feel so melancholy.

I think it’s important to realize you can miss something, but not want it back

When one with honeyed words but evil mind Persuades the mob, great woes befall the state.

[…] For the many experiences and impressions are still heaped up in me in such disorder and chaos that I do not want to touch them.

I woke with longing in my heart, like just before dying. Memories are rarer and paler; you thirstily grasp at snatches of burnt-out feelings. Time passes and doesn’t pass; empty, chilly, petty.

I’m everywhere. I’m the guy who makes you pay $17.99 for a CD that costs $1 to make. I’m the chemicals in your food. I’m advertising, air pollution, and cheap-ass workmanship. I’m sweatshops, product placement, shameless tie-ins, and hype. I empty heads and fill landfills.

[T]o be human is to be intended toward the other.

Stay close to any sounds That make you glad you are alive. Everything in this world is Helplessly reeling.