You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team
that never fucking wins, about human relationships and all the things
that really don’t matter when you’ve got a sincere and truthful junk
habit.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7Uis-coQdQ
green-gray clouds soars on saturn
and melancholy shines
matern
back in the labyrinth walls of ice
trapping bits in a frame of mind
it’s just leafed through time
but it is a
melancholy of my own, compounded of many simples, extracted from many objects, and
indeed the sundry contemplation of my travels, which, by often rumination, wraps me in a
most humorous sadness