Victoria Slotto’s wonderful challenge of “stream of consciousness writing” for Into The Bardo.
OK open Word.
Close the NYT.
It won’t be real if you are staring at the juxtaposition of a Ralph Lauren fashion movie and a stream of photos depicting Haitian poverty. God! What a mix, what incongruence on the front page today. What is this world coming to?
I know the real answer for myself. It is to get out and walk. I know it intellectually and I know it health-wise too.
Can I really walk out this depression? No I cannot. I know how to handle depression – it is a family trait. Go by the water – preferably walk to it. What is bothering you?
Get over it! Do something for someone else. It is a guaranteed winner each time. Still depressed? No.
Sorry. Ain’t gonna work.
Why? I have nothing in my life about which to be depressed. Period. I guess that I am being depressed for my husband. He too is depressive. However, he has something awful to be depressed about.
He has been thoughtful in his pursuit of relief. It has been expensive and useless. I would do anything to help him. Anything at all.
I have prayed, uselessly I think.
I could use some eggs, I have none. And what better than a fried egg sandwich while watching the World Series? I have bacon in the freezer.
I just cut
a paragraph. It was really maudlin and self-serving, self interested and words that don’t really need to be written. I know the expressions, the words. They are as follows:
They were B.S. We are what we write you know. I talked to David minutes ago. He is better today. I might add that this is the first day he has been able to say this in seven months. He had a third round
Man, did you see the Cards last night? Embarrassing, disgusting.
I really hope that tonight will be different. I need to think about dinner. Plan something nice.
All done feeling sorry for myself – time to get on with the day.
(the secret today came in David’s words about feeling better, his first in months! Therefore I am done here – yeah)! As I go back and edit, I do not really like this at all. But it is truthful and it is stream of consciousness. Maybe I don’t like it because it portrays me as so selfish. I don’t know. It is the lesson plan though.