“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Monday, August 8, 2011

Australian Serrated Army Knives in My Head

...the absence of. In fact I haven't had anything like a migraine except when I've been quite sick with a sinus infection, or strangely tired (as in jet lagged). I was getting at least one a week before I got the CPAP, a prosthetic device that cares more about my breathing when I sleep than my brain does, apparently. My brain is quite happy go lucky with the idea of my death. It waltzes along, pleasurably causing my windpipe to collapse on itself so that I only have 2 minutes of REM sleep per night without the CPAP. That and stopping breathing every three minutes.

I slightly miss all the near death and bardo dreams I was having.

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