I hated being around people, couldnt pay attention to what anyone was saying, couldnt talk to clients, couldnt tag my pieces, couldnt ride the subway, human activity seemed pointless, incomprehensible, some blackly swarming ant hill in the wilderness, there was not a squeak of light anywhere I looked, the antidepressants Id been dutifully swallowing for eight weeks hadnt helped a bit, nor had the ones before that (but then, Id tried them all; apparently I was among the twenty unfortunates who didnt get the daisy fields and the butterflies but the Sever Headaches and the Suicidal Thoughts); and though the darkness sometimes lifted just enough so I could construe my surroundings, familiar shapes solidifying the bedroom furniture at dawn, my relief was never more than temporary because somehow the full morning never came, things always went black before I could orient myself and there I was again with ink poured in my eyes, guttering around in the dark.
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