Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…


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I sometimes wonder if the dissatisfaction I have with life comes from expecting too fast a pace for my own narrative, yet I doubt that expecting no momentum would be any comfort.  The middleground, also, seems doomed to disheart.

265/whatever.  I’m reading this far too slow, I am.  It’s not like I’m not enjoying it.

Moan, moan, moan.  Oh woe, oh woe!


Written by epistemysics

August 13, 2013 at 2:41 pm

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