Epistemysics

Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…

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Fuck.

(At the risk of spoiling the minimalistic effect – well, not risk, but certainty, I suppose – it occurs to me that sixty years from now, I will not be saying “fuck” to express my disdain for the quick passing of another year, but rather I will no doubt be thrilled to be able to say, “made it to 86!”.

Still, for now: fuck.)

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June 17, 2013 at 2:18 pm

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