March 16th, 2009 / 8:12 am
 Excerpts

My therapist says I should meet new people: Short Letter, Long Farewell

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I sat down on the edge of the bathtub, disconcerted because I had started talking to myself for the first time since I was a child. By talking rather loudly to himself, the child had provided himself with a companion. But here, where I had decided for once to observe rather than participate, I was at a loss to see why I was doing it. I began to giggle and finally, in a fit of exuberance, punched myself in the head so hard that I almost toppled into the bathtub.

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8 Comments

  1. March 16th, 2009 / 12:37 pm Lee—

      “The Weight of the World” by Peter Handke has kept me alive (perception-wise) more than once.

  2. March 16th, 2009 / 8:37 am Lee—

      “The Weight of the World” by Peter Handke has kept me alive (perception-wise) more than once.

  3. March 16th, 2009 / 5:30 pm Jonny Ross—

      I’m always trying to knock out my inner child. But he always gets back up. The bastard won’t stay down.

  4. March 16th, 2009 / 1:30 pm Jonny Ross—

      I’m always trying to knock out my inner child. But he always gets back up. The bastard won’t stay down.

  5. March 16th, 2009 / 8:40 pm pr—

      Nice! I wrote about A Sorrow Beyond Dreams months ago here at the Giant. I like much of Handke’s work (I put work in there to piss of Blake.)

  6. March 16th, 2009 / 4:40 pm pr—

      Nice! I wrote about A Sorrow Beyond Dreams months ago here at the Giant. I like much of Handke’s work (I put work in there to piss of Blake.)

  7. March 16th, 2009 / 8:43 pm Drew—

      Ha! He’s a poet and chap of the highest order.

  8. March 16th, 2009 / 4:43 pm Drew—

      Ha! He’s a poet and chap of the highest order.