In the past I always had trouble eating enough. It was a complex mix of malevolent influences that conspired to starve me and keep me lean.
My religious mania - holy insanity - symbiotically engaged with my mental torment....it was pure and radiant.
Looking at the huge neon lights reflected on the water at night from the star ferry on Hong Kong harbor, I thought of the saying - 'color is the suffering of light'.
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