Tag Archives: The Crack-Up

Fitzgerald and St. Ex. What a Difference a Week Makes

Posted on June 15, 2009 by sheila

I am now in a whole new landscape. Passing through a crucible. It will inevitably leave me “lesser than”, I know that much from life, and it can’t be helped. Can’t be gone around, must be gone through. For now, … Continue reading →

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Fragmentation

Posted on May 28, 2009 by sheila

I am still not able to read like I used to. I try to just “go with it”, if I feel like reading – but the impulse comes over me intermittently, randomly, and I certainly do not have the concentration … Continue reading →

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