“Mobs of Iranian students crying for Yankee blood”– the news drones; I feel compelled to watch. I decide to be crazy all the time; not selectively, not allowing my “times.” No, always. I will enact my fantasies. There will be no inner world, no emotional closet. I don’t have time.
November 27th, 1979
November 27th, 1979
November 27th, 1979
“Mobs of Iranian students crying for Yankee blood”– the news drones; I feel compelled to watch. I decide to be crazy all the time; not selectively, not allowing my “times.” No, always. I will enact my fantasies. There will be no inner world, no emotional closet. I don’t have time.