nervous breakdowns are an intrinsic
part of the art of growing old,
gracefully. the consequence of an
inborn and utterly irrational need
to rationalise the savagely
random threads of destiny
woven into our time-lifelines,
and hubristically try to
“make sense” of this
experimental hell which the all
mighty, perhaps in a fit of pique,
created solely for the amusement of
dissimulating disciples of blessed saint sigmund
and more or less equally blessed fans of saint carl à brunì.

minos – june 2008