Office by Alex Penny
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(Source: standbyphoenix, via jessiccachastain)
Wilko Johnson on finding out he has no more than a year to live:
“It was a surprise,” Johnson says, “but it didn’t disturb me. We came out of the hospital and I was feeling high, elated. Normally I suffer from depression, and I thought maybe this was a reaction, but then a few nights later I was sitting in my room upstairs. I’ve got my room really nice, and it feels great sitting in there with my things around me. And I thought: ‘I love being in my room.’ Normally, I’d be sitting there thinking: ‘My room is very groovy … but I’m really hung up about this.’ I’d be worrying away about some rubbish. And now, suddenly, nothing mattered. Nothing mattered. I’m just sitting here in my room, and I love this room, and ain’t this nice just sitting here? And I realised: you are alive and you are existing in the moment. You’re not worried about the tax return. And it’s a bloody good feeling being alive. Sometimes this feeling is almost ecstatic, and I can say that I haven’t plunged into despair at all.”
(Source: gypsyastronaut)
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