I have decided that I am a zombie. Strange, I know, but would you expect anything different? Why a zombie? Do I suffer from Cotard's psychosis? Am I on something? Little too much of the mother nature, perhaps? In reverse order, the answers are: don't smoke, should be, no, and let me explain. First though, we have to define "zombie." I think that in this context, I am referring to the classic horror movie image of a zombie: slow moving, brainless, oblivious to the obvious, wanting to taste life without understanding why, getting no nourishment out of whatever legend is tasted, and finally, destructive to the very life it craves. In a mysanthropic, some would say dyphoric review of myself, I would say I fit these qualities. Therefore, I am a zombie.


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