…then you feel
you’ve descended to something you used to think of
but never were
or if so,
soon was gone off you
so you can’t walk on no more.
not lived,
not loved,
can’t walk on no more…
so you sit
and you squeeze
and you shrivel down and down
till you’re so less than living in terms of everything imaginable
not lived or loved,
and less than life…
a dead man alive,
the world doesn’t concern you…
Ballerina in a Death’s Head, by Salvador Dali, 1939
