The Agony Without the Ecstasy

[cbertsch]

The mesquite pollen outside is so thick on the ground that it looks like we've just experienced chartreuse snow flurries. I love having trees, especially in a place where each one feels like a small victory in the struggle against oblivion. But I am in torment. Over the past twenty-four hours I have taken four different antihistamines, three kinds of decongestant and a variety of teas. I can't remember what I'm doing, I'm so pumped full of artifice. In fact, I almost forgot I was writing this entry.

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[flw.livejournal.com]

If it's any consolation, I will probably take the phrase, "I'm so pumped full of artifice," to my grave as a great and amusing comfort.

[cbertsch.livejournal.com]

Thanks! Somewhere from the depths of my muddled head a thought of Plato's pharmakon knifed up into my consciousness.