t tiveness of life. One corner later it occurs to me t  tiveness I radiction leads me to a momentary insigo tuff of my insanity. If you go crazy someday, I t  youve finally been cut by tantly opening and closing s iste—ation! Unfortunately I get jealous, rigreet. At time I feel sorry for  t days. For a ain. Under no circumstances is o see me. And I o talk  let  Im brooding over . t t doated for a bit. But  rest and doesnt mull: ts, not s look as if o  pocket and takes out a feract te kernels. Regrettably, I ask myself if Margot is a ution. But to tell trut  to t problems at all. Ive already done t too often in my life, I feel too old for it noraction. Id like to at least  and look up at tree and observe t among t t isnt readily available, so I o content myself reets. Under no circumstances may I let t to t ell  . For time being I try to split myself into to a sober rambler ive dreamer  to  t. t succeeds, at least for a rong smell of t must be around ly after t a cockeyed dog comes up bet kno cockeyed animals even existed. trots up to me; I can no more look eful to raction eful to a sceacanding at a streetcar stop eaco  take up so muc remark immediately predisposes me against teaco ion suc ime. Line up more economically, I mumble to myself,  are tion of misery. teacreating t can be sto people refuse to consent to life from c in my consciousness starts to  by bit. No is no more ty. I admit it  see Margot again. I curse  t doesnt , did you o  me o teen years old about nurses, se