#mcglue

reconnecting with nature

constantly, constantly thinking about this Ottessa Moshfegh profile. you can’t escape fate !!

It took me some time to know this.

Here is how I know. How it's always been I don't know how to talk or move or sleep or shit. I wake up mornings with my head in a vice. The only solution is to drink again. That makes me almost jolly. It does wonders in the morning to take my mind off the pain and pressure. I can use my eyes after that first drink, I remember how to line up my feet and walk, loosen my jaw, tell someone to get out of my way. Then I get tired. I whine and need to lie down. I lie down, I want a drink. I cannot sleep without having already forgotten my name, my face, my life. If I were to sit still or lie down in a room with some memory of myself – the time I have left to live out, that nasty sentence, that hell – I would go mad.

Books Read in 2022: McGlue by Otessa Moshfegh