Some theatre each day keeps the doctor away…


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For the first time in some time, I am quite exhausted as I write this, and not because of a particularly tiring day.  Or perhaps the day was tiring in the way that days where not much happen are tiring – that magnificent malaise from where so much existentialism sprouts.


Written by epistemysics

December 2, 2014 at 3:31 pm

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