Three More Days

Yet more desperate applications for jobs which will never be. And more silence. One day closer to the end.

The most idiotic thing I have done with this blog is to give it a title which is an invitation to other people. What people? I live in a crappy suffocating putrid world which doesn't have real live people in it. Only peripherally do people appear, and then it is only to attack, humiliate, steal or defraud - and always, there are those who terrorize.

To whom, then?

I should have left it untitled - a void. That would have been accurate.

I am so exquisitely hungry for comfort and for relief. Every kind of unending pain. Words - I'm stopping, because words aren't a part of this enveloping, oppressive, stabbing, raw, electric pain. Unending, world without end pain. Only three more days to have to awake and deal with it. Alone. Silent.

If a human falls in the forest and there isn't anyone to hear, did she exist? No. Absolutely not. Did she matter? Only to the extent that the detritus of the body nourishes the worms and the ground. Worthless.