I Don’t Know How To Read Anymore

This must be a problem. I can't interpret the symbols that surround me...

Everything around me is developing a veneer of frivolity, a cacophony of careless ornament. My attention fractures into a thousand pieces and spreads further out in disparate directions out onto the infinite.

It used to be that I had to struggle to survive. Soon I will need to struggle to maintain my patience, my sanity and good senses.

If you have designs to become a greater person. Find the books, music and movies, find the ideas they would consume and consume those things yourself. Your mind will bend towards such exposures.

I can’t read at the moment. But I realize, this isn’t a problem. There is a solution. And it’s simple. I just have to wait quietly in the dark and listen until I can read again.