thoughts in chaos

long is the way and hard that out of hell leads up to the light. [john milton] the end is in the beginning and yet we go on. [samuel beckett]


October 04, 2011

Conditioned reflex

The fact that I cannot bring myself to say it, to name it out loud, to admit it to the sun and wind and rain, shows that some wounds do never truly heal. It's like a conditioned reflex, only the sound of the bells does not make me think of food. It makes me dread the lack of it.

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