“I do nothing all day, but I am tired. Lethargy has settled into me. I feel slack and languid. Does this mean I am starting to accept this life?”

“Am I a mindless fool? My life is a fragment, a disconnected dream that has no continuity. I am so tired of senselessness. I am tired of the music that my feelings sing, the dream music.”

“No matter where you are or what you're doing throughout the day, your heart should always be at home.”

“I am starting to realize what this means, and how sad it would be.I am already feeling some of the sadness now, and it isn’t even happening.”

“Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else.It has always been like this.”

“It feels like I am wasting time. I mean, that's always the case. My life doesn't add up to anything.”

“I am starting to get tired of relying on words. They are full of meaning, yes, but they lack sensation. Writing to her is not the same as seeing her face as she listens. hearing back from her is not the same as hearing her voice. I have always been grateful for technology, but now it feels as if there's a little hitch of separation woven into any digital interaction. I want to be there, and this scares me. All my usual disconnected comforts are bieng taken away, now that I see the greater comfort of presence.”