How much weight can a body take? The weight of things unresolved, lacking closure, things started and never amounting to anything. The weight of flights of fancy that went into the Bermuda Triangle of imagination.

How long does it take for the weight of nothingness to accumulate to the point of being unbearable? Where you can't even point to where the weight is coming from, inarticulable.

How much weight do you have to bear until people agree that you should just be put out of your misery, that it's too much for them and you to stand. I know the answer to that. Few people want to put other people out of their misery. Misery loves company, after all.

It's not living I have a problem with, it's existence. No one seems to get that. I might take several days off next week and go down to Kaohsiung. See what happens.