More from my new fav book

Yoga For People Who Can't Be Bothered To Do It
by Geoff Dyer
[buy a copy it is amazing!]
"I lay in bed, preoccupied by the age-old questions of travel: Why does one do it? What am I doing here? These questions generated a third: What do I want out of life? The answer to which was: to be back home, to stay put, to sty in, to put my feet up, to watch telly. For at least six months..I had been feeling what I suspected might be the tug of middle age. It manifested itself as a diminution of everything by which I had previously set the greatest store (vitality, appetite for new things, new challenges) and an intensifying wish for the familiar."

"For a short while the stones retained some of the glow that they had absorbed from the sun. Then, as the sky became uniformly grey, the stones faded, dulled. I felt disappointed, cheated. As the gloom settled I saw that I had spent the last fifteen years dragging the same burden of frustrated expectations from one corner of the world to the next. I felt I could no longer take the roller-coaster emotions of travel, its surges of exaltation, its trough of despondency, its huge stretches of boredom and inconvenience. It was no longer pleasant sitting here in the forum, but the prospect of going back to the hotel was even more wretched. I wished there were someone I could talk to, but as soon as this wish was realized-I wished only to be left alone."

"I'd gradually fallen into ruin myself. I couldn't read or write or do anything that required sustained attention. I was distracted, constantly, by one thing or another. Everything competed with and detracted from everything else. Nothing was satisfying, nothing held its own. If I was out I wanted to be in; if I was in I wanted to be out. At its most extreme I would think, I'll sit down, and then, as soon as I had sat down, I would think, I''l stand up, and then, as soon as I had stood up, I would want to sit down again. I spent my life sitting down and standing up....Even if I did sit down successfully, even if I sat down and realized that sitting down was exactly what I wanted to do, still with in seconds, I would think of something else that would render sitting down even more satisfactory. I would decide that I wanted to supplement my sitting with a cup of tea, or by reading a particular passage of Yeats, or by listening to some music, and so, having sat down perhaps thirty seconds , earlier, I would be up again, heading to the kitchen to make tea or to my study, where something else would distract me and I would embark on another inessential, soon-to-be-abandoned task, so that by the time I actually returned to the sofa, the moment-the sitting down moment-had pass and and I no longer felt like sitting down, and I'd be up again.......... "
He then recounts a passage from Isak Dinesen "Shadows on the Grass" of a painters nervous breakdown...
The rest of the chapter is amazing...more about being unfocused, loosing his beloved sunglasses (my Chanel pair and my wedding pearls)...

We are the same person...

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xox WR