Write a letter to yourself and where you think you'll be in eight years time, the therapist told me it would unlock something in me and so I wrote that letter and put it under the clock on the marble mantelpiece.
Today at five forty three it occurred suddenly to me that the time had come, so I opened the letter and read,
you will be listening to Rachmaninoff or 'jacking off' still slacking off and backing away from today
okay that's where my head was then incapable of projecting
protected in a cocoon wrapped tight in darkness outside the back of but soon and how the way then is not now.
I suppose the writing was a good idea even though my head was up my rear and shows me that not everything is a tragedy not everything is about me but it should be, ha only joking.