is that we are disturbed,
that this is normal,
all these lonely nights
and private sufferings;
the whole order
of buildings and bureaucracies
are boundaries
around minds perpetually on the brink
of madness, loathing,
stark tears and uncontrollable anger,
all ordinary,
matters of course,
terrifying in their relentless
presence in our lives,
terrifyingly thin protections
against everyday psychosis,
against life that can never be lost
because it’s never had,
against sentences undeserving of punctuation
that we give our commas and question marks
out of nothing more than hope
that the love we imagine
might be more than hunger,
that something is ultimately sensical
in a universe that writhes and pulses with us,
rocks crashing against one another
and order in chaos
and chaos and chaos
and dead emptiness.
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About Me
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I just finished my Master's in Counseling Psychology and Certificate in Clinical Hypnosis from the Adler School of Professional Psychology in Chicago. You can read about my professional activities in the field of psychology here: Chicago Psychotherapist David Godot.
In a previous life I was a web developer, and I still like to play with technology when I'm procrastinating. I'm currently webmaster for Chicago Psychology and the APA's Division 30 (which I'm hoping they'll let me overhaul soon).
I'm also a foodie, poet, theatre buff, wine snob (on account my sweetie, Chicago sommelier Sara Kay), public relations consultant, reformed flannel-wearing coffeehouse misanthrope, and card-carrying internet-ordained minister.
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