Thursday, March 9, 2017, 2:43 a.m.
Ellis actually thought I would sleep better, now that Tucker is dead. Isn’t that cute?
3:55 a.m., after taking a hot bath with epsom salts and baby oil:
“I was fascinated to hear of the suicide of an octopus, trained for a circus, that had been accustomed to do tricks for rewards of food.
When the circus was disbanded, the octopus was kept in a tank and no one paid attention to his tricks. He gradually lost color (octopuses’ states of mind are expressed in their shifting hues) and finally went through his tricks a last time, failed to be rewarded, and used his beak to stab himself so badly that he died.”
—Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon, An Atlas of Depression, P. 257
Wednesday, March 27, 2017
This morning I came across this quote:
“To be yourself in a world that is doing its best, day and night to make you like everybody else — is to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.”
— E.E. Cummings