Whole tranches of time if I'm being honest, when I despair. Whatever I do, whatever the drugs I ingest; whatever the strange stage I am on, my deeper-than-my-feet relationship with being a pissing-alky who looks at this lovely world of ours and takes no joy from it.
However much a fuck-up My senses feels and my brain thinks.
I read what you write here. And take a joy from it.
Thank you for taking the trouble to write.