New day fucking rising, right? A new day? It’s the old day. It’s the same old day. There’s nothing new under the sun. And it’s the same old fucking sun, too. The same old fireball.
Today’s a new day. Time’s still going forward. There’s always more time. And don’t you want to scream: Too much time! Don’t you want to shout: No more! No more!
Disgust with time. The obscenity of time. The too-much of time. Why should there by more days? Why does everything have to begin again?
The effrontery of time. The insult of time. Mocking us! Laughing at us!
Disgust at the morning. Appalled by the morning. That there should be another morning. That one day should succeed another. That another day should come. And that another will come tomorrow.
No! We refuse tomorrow! We don’t want tomorrow. Today is enough. Yesterday was enough. What we did to ourselves yesterday. How we ruined ourselves yesterday. And now we have to begin all over again!
I’m tired of living like this. No: I’m tired of living. I’ve had enough of living. I’ve lived too fucking long. It’s been too fucking much.
I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want to be like this. I don’t want to be.
Damn everything in this entire universe. Damn you and damn me. Damn the sky. Damn the night. Damn every-fucking-thing.
Work in Progress 