sitting in mexico in a five star resort, where people are paid to say hola, and fold your laundry, and make you meals with names you cannot pronounce, i couldn't help but recall the DFW article about cruise ships. i couldnt help but wonder if ill never feel pleasure again. I suffer from some serious anhedonia and i wish all the smiles in the world could help it go away. by the end a few smiles came about, through a lot of walking and a lot of rest, but just as quickly as they came they left the moment i hit NY again. missing many things, its hard. dfw said it best. on a side note, its twisted but i am fairly convinced this isnt my reality / im dead already / im stuck in some other dimension, id get help but thats a lot of work





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