Tired of life – simply of life. Tired of having to go on. Tired of thinking! Tired of having a mind at all!
Too many thoughts. Too much philosophy. We have to rest. To lie down. To sleep.
A drunken stupor – that’s what we have to attain. Sleep by normal means – impossible. We’ll have to be knocked out. Have to be brought down by drink ..
Enough of life! Enough of living! Enough of thinking! But not enough drinking, not yet. Not until we pass out. Not until we’re delivered into sweet oblivion.
There’s a hole down which we have to fall. It’s not enough to remain upright! There’s no excuse for uprightness!
Our vocation is a drunken one. It passes through drinking. And out the other side. To a new sobriety. A higher sobriety.
Work in Progress 