Living with Expression

I am suffering from a terrible disease: Expression. It is the worst of diseases and the best of diseases. No one can understand the depths of a truly serrious Expression. Everything around you seems like a cloud of uncertainty. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple. Everything wants an analogy, a metaphor for itself. Everything needs a pun. Everything serious is hilarious and the sufferer is prone to outbursts of giggling that he or she is the only one capable of understanding. Everything sublime is prone to bring about a spontaneous tear. Expression is lonely, it is isolating. Expression makes an otherwise simple world complicated. It leads to wasting of the body and, a sort of over thought induced numbing of the brain.

Expression is deadly, it is a kind of obsession of thoughts. Everything is something else, everything is worthy of attention, everything is everything and nothing is nothing. When nothing is nothing it is very hard to throw out things and to stop staring at something. Expression is paralyzing.