Jacob Lawrence, Depression (1950)

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Narcolepsy

"Don't despair, not even over the fact that you don't despair. Just when everything seems over with, new forces come marching up, and precisely that means that you are alive."

--Kafka

Who do we cry for, when someone dies?
Blocked, in every direction.
Fatigue, lassitude, disinterest.
Tomorrow is another day.
Well I'm driftin' and driftin' and driftin'...
Exhaustion.
The universe dies from its own momentum...
Struggle, sacrifice, compromise, discouragement.
Why must it be this way?
Pain. Anguish. Struggle.
My one true friend...
Fear.
I feel as old...
No.
In the wreckage...
All fear, every day.
Narcolepsy.
Pain, sorrow, remorse, suspicion, jealousy, betrayal, guilt, disloyalty, vanity, anger.
Romanticization of mental illness.
Mean people.
Sleep.
Bad shit.
Pointless time.
There's no choice but to embrace the struggle.
Evil world, evil people.
Panic.
Brittleness.

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