I am nothing. I’m like someone who’s been thrown into the ocean at night, floating all alone. I reach out, but no one is there. I call out, but no one answers. I have no connection to anything.
I’m absolutely nothing
It’s recently occurred to me that holding down the monotonous 9-5 (6-23) hour job has had detrimental effect on my mind state. I should be grateful (somewhat) following my move to Manchester in Nov 2012 I’ve had ample time to deft handily pick my mind and realise things that I had been doing but also not doing that didn’t fit me, I’ve long been caught up on the opinion of others which of course offers no reward. My point is that I worry the longer I continue this routine of a jarring mind set the more difficult it will prove to produce something (anything) wholly original.