A Division of Joy

She's gone mad (or, like Ian Curtis said "she's lost control". He was a funny man wasn't he?). This morning she picked me up and wouldn't let go, as if she had some need to burrow into me like a mole. She says "Oh Tom, I love you", but she says it so often I can't help but wonder about the sincerity of it. I say "of course you fucking love me, I'm dependant on you for food and shelter, and you interpret my need as love and you love feeling needed". She has talked about unrequited love before, and maybe she should again.

Why is she always in this hyped up state, as if she can never really relax? She is living too quickly, and then she turns around and asks me what has happened to time? Reminds me of a line in the film Memento; "how am I supposed to heal if I can't feel time"? I don't think she feels time the way that other people do. Is that why she is so urgent?