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The Art of Breathing

There is another interpretation of my malady. To breathe is to allow the outside in, to accept the intrusion of reality, to condone the invasion of our body. We breathe when we enter this world. We speak of our first breath and our last breath. Cioran said, “Only the idiot is equipped to breathe.” Based on this cynical remark, I dare say, “The real gives me asthma.”

But I think the real disease is life itself. Is my diary an analysis of an illness camouflaged behind a pulmonary condition?