My Dearest Friends,

 

Have you ever experienced similar days when you just felt no inspiration?

 

Maybe you had trouble even getting out of bed in the mornings?

 

Maybe you thought that everything was just too GREEN around you, with leaves from the banana trees closing in upon you.

Everything green, with these giant banana leaves, almost as far as the eye can see, and not a streetcar in sight.

No subway.

No sign of anything that we might recognize as "civilization".

Just mangoes.

Mangoes upon mangoes.

And starfruit.

 

I am sure that I am not alone in experiencing these feelings.

 

Surely, these days are very rare for us, and they happen to me rarely.

 

However, when these days begin to encroach upon us, then what is the best policy?

 

You cannot tell me that you have never felt the same, in all honesty.

 

Also, during these times, you might pick up a book and begin to read, just to find that you are reading the same page, over and over.

 

Or, you might begin to watch a film, only to stop watching after about two minutes, realizing that the film you had been watching was "Run for the Sun", 1956, Richard Widmark, 

 

 

And then, you might begin to realize that this film was based on so many other films, and books, which makes you feel stupid for not recognizing, immediately, what you should have known from the beginning.

 

What do you do when you feel as if you are completely cut off from anyone who might be able to understand you?

 

I do not mean that you might be out of touch with reality in the Psychological Inventory sense.

 

I am just saying that you might, on occasion, suddenly wake up, in the middle of the day, and think:  

 

I am no longer in Kansas.

 

And, what do you do when this happens?

 

You might even begin to think, why am I here!

 

Do you know what I mean?

 

Regards.

 

G.

 

Note:  This does not happen to us much.  We have defense mechanisms to guard against this happening.  Study more Freud, is my advice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sometimes, when I feel this way,

I just listen to good music,

Way up high.

 

 

I was once in Hawaii.

 

Truly a paradise, if not for the fact that it had, obviously, been ruined.

 

Which, thusly, led to my further feelings of ennui.

 

Is there no paradise left in this world?

 

I once thought CM was a paradise, and I am still not so sure that it is not.