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Heemstede, 12/10/2002, 3pm
Metaphors of a masochist; fantasies of an actress Maybe I should just give up school and start a permanent violin practise until I drop dead either from physical exhaustion, lack of nutrition, mental boredom or simply from desperation.
Maybe I should just give up my violin playing as it is wholly worthless anyway. I'll lie on my bed all day feeling energy-less and depressed, waiting for something unexpected to happen. I'll build a fire with the wood of my violin in the middle of my room to keep me warm, refusing to turn the central heating on all through the winter. I'll enjoy the flickering of the flames as I listen to the crackling of the dry wood, the sparks and flares caused by the varnish and the twang of the strings as they snap one by one. I'll stay put, failing to possess any intention to extinguish what fascinates me and my soul to the deepest part of dark suffering, agony, torment, bitter woe, hardship and grief. (Would I grant myself the pleasure of such affliction?) I'll breathe as slowly and thoroughly as I can, inhaling all the strong stenches from the melting synthetic carpet beneath, the poisonous odours from my violin's gloss which heretofore never omitted to protect my precious instrument and the oppressive, stale smoke fumes which will senselessly cloak the interior of my lungs with a fatal layer of soot. After all it would not matter; I would not have a violin to keep me alive. |
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