Curious and anxious, always have been, always will be, I potter through the days, muddle through, get by(well, maybe you have had your day already, nothing more or better to come, and maybe all your self-betrayals and calculated delusions are coming home at last to roost, and though you may persevere with handy “of courses” and “all the sames” a precise and timely reckoning is working its way through your blood and marrow, to be meted out very casually one fine day, it happens like that to pretty much everyone, doesn’t it, and why, why should you be any different?....) and make the best and worst of things, ticking imaginary boxes...
Wonder how did it how will it what the hell.
This writing thing can send you over the edge.
Think less, drink more.
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