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2/18/11

i often carry things to read so that i will not have to look at the people


What a piece of work is a man...and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither


"I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn't have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn't make for an interesting person. I didn't want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone."
--CB

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