April 2012
80 posts
as kids we would spin, fast. Until our stomachs churned.
We would stumble and catch glimpses, as the world flew by in a flurry of color and unrecognizable light. Eventually, the sickness would subside and everything would slow, fall into place.
The feeling overcomes me again and it is all too familiar.
I recognize it from a time when it was a choice. You only felt sick if you decided to...
“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves...”
– Don DeLillo (via thenakedbrowneye) 