Sometimes I feel like I'm losing it.
Slipping towards insanity.
But what is insanity?
Right now, I see it. It's being too close to the dreamworld, losing touch with reality. The world becomes less real: I know the table in front of me is real, solid wood. I can touch it. But it seems somehow translucent, as if the world itself is a dream, an illusion.
And the dreamworld, it's a shadow-land -- a mysterious land of criss-crossing stories, paths that can be walked correspondingly in reality. And all the paths I see lead to wandering, to loneliness and sorrow. They aren't real. They're archetypal.
I still don't even have a printout.
Why'd I have to be sick during the last call period? grrr!!
There's a fine line between genius and insanity.Oscar Levant