Trying hard.

“Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything.” — Jack Kerouac

THIS.THIS. THIS.

“a completely impractical person, caught up in endless trains of thought. All of us are fantasists, ill-equipped for life, the children as much as myself. It seems to me sometimes that we never got used to being on this earth and life is just one great, ongoing, incomprehensible blunder.”

        — W. G. Sebald

Reading Shelley makes me feel like this.

To thirst and find no fill, -- to wail and wander
With short unsteady steps, -- to pause and ponder, --
To feel the blood run through the veins and tingle
Where busy thought and blind sensation mingle, --
To nurse the image of unfelt caresses
Till dim imagination just possesses
The half-created shadow, then all the night
Sick . . .

                — Percy Bysshe Shelley