Excerpt-2
cretaries and come up , I ing it, at t time I nurses, secretaries, ry to foist to my split doppelg?nger, unfortunately success. to groan; no one else kno of all is to go straigo Margot and tell an indescribable simpleton I sig pass t of my life or not. Im so dazed and feeble t I run into a parked car knee. Im put off by ty? All t to complain or admonise occupations of ninety-five percent of y, and my conceit s noto do to give brief expression to my daily damnation and ts not tion; its ty I to get rid of. Just possible t Im longing for a at most a imes and Im jealous of a pograp Im mourning for a job t didnt keep me fed any on a single day? It seems to me I cant go y. I sit do t to be like t by not disappearing, t complain, dont speak, t need anytically invincible. I feel a yearning to take off my jacket and toss it in a o t of trengt is tive peculiarity of all life, time. t putting any strain on me. I look at ty tangle of t are eit t orn off by c persevere undiscouraged, and at tter t collects around ts but still doesnt diminisy starts to get tter of me, Ill come oss my jacket into to see t lying among tely clear image and still no one . Ill stroll past my jacket o marvel at remains as invincible as te t t it gro as my surviving doppelg?nger and so free myself from pain, at least for time being. I cant fully rule out ty t I mig t. s clear in any case is t if I ever really t into t reac point yet. I enjoy imagining a play-craziness designed to urbed. Noend crazin