- J. Enoch Powell
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I think in the remnants of one's own vomit, one can see traces of what one ate, what one digested, what one did not...what is the shade of the puke? Do these colours not convey the elements within? Has the outside environment influenced it in any way?
I write when I feel like, which happens to be everyday. I may not put it up; it isn't because I do not wish to but there could be other reasons. I don't vomit everyday. And the vomit each time would not be the same, except for the sound of expectorating, the feeling of being choked, the dry throat and ache in the belly, the eyes red, and the emptiness. The pages of the diary get filled not with vomit but with the state of unvomit.