Sitting on the rim of the fountain in front of the Plaza– just re-read my first New York journal. It seems to me as if I really had my shit together much more then. Fuck. The past few days have been neurotic, disordered, crazy. Intense depression. I know I need to get as much in touch with myself as I was when I was writing in July. God. I hate the idea that in order to maintain a logical ordered flow of sanity I have to devote myself to such obsessive writing–
October 2nd, 1972
October 2nd, 1972
October 2nd, 1972
Sitting on the rim of the fountain in front of the Plaza– just re-read my first New York journal. It seems to me as if I really had my shit together much more then. Fuck. The past few days have been neurotic, disordered, crazy. Intense depression. I know I need to get as much in touch with myself as I was when I was writing in July. God. I hate the idea that in order to maintain a logical ordered flow of sanity I have to devote myself to such obsessive writing–