Posted on March 3, 2007 in Mania
Memories of manias come in shards for me. Cracked fragments. While they persist, they bring back the full force of the event that I connect them with. But then I dispatch them with a hard word and they go because the moment is not about mania, just boredom.
To have moments like this says to some that I am uncontrollably sick. It’s one thing to do a catalogue for oneself and another for others is my only response to that.