And eight letters away from "anal rape".
Oh, analysis, that eternal tedium. I'm so tired of you. Marking off passages and underlining this and highlighting that and explaining why this is so and that is that and having to get down on paper again and again what is already there!
But maybe it serves some great purpose for humanity. And it does. But leave that to the analyzers. I don't want a part of it. I want to create, not describe what's already there, what already lends itself in the thought train, the imagery, the whatever. We need to get things down on paper, yes, for something, to sustain something. Let those who are interested do so.
But I'm tired. And to think, there's another year of it ahead. Leave me be. There's more to this. And I suppose I am engaged in the very activity that I am criticizing, just of a slightly different nature. So be it. I'm in it for breaking the tedium, and letting off steam at the same time. For myself, I suppose.
Madness
