I was in the grocery store today — the same one as before. I was wearing my Pink Floyd shirt with a prism on the front. The title of the album associated with that prism was printed across the top. The courtesy clerk took special notice of it.
“What does your shirt say? ‘Dark Side of the … Movie?’”
I faltered, but regained my composure quickly.
“‘Dark Side of the Moon.’ It’s one of the best selling albums of all time. Came out in 1973,” I said.
“Album. Huh,” he said.
Being the non-violent type, I just walked away.
Depression and headache pin me, naked and sweating, to the bed. Another day of missed work; a day further behind tomorrow. Food holds no interest.
In the words of Roger Waters, “Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.” It’s not justified; my life is improving daily. Perhaps apnea is the root of the problem. Perhaps CPAP is the answer. I’ll find out soon.
Maybe I need to stop trying to figure out the “why” and just power through. But if I ignore the Lilliputian vines holding me down, will I not just carry them with me?