“The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of any thing, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can old man, — you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind, — I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that. One generation abandons the enterprises of another like stranded vessels.”—Henry David Thoreau, Walden
this morning i woke up with the window open and a horrible breeze coming in, i nauseously assumed the foetal position in bed and for the next few hours did my best to pretend the room wasn’t spinning and that in fact i was researching antagonistic pleiotropy in semelparous species (i hate this project now).
my dad’s messing about trying to sort the phantom doorbell downstairs, so the house is filled with the sound of 2 doorbells ringing in dissonance a second or two apart and my mum’s laughing hysterically and it’s all v. lynchian