I've been meandering today, driving foreign roads. Depressed. A night of no sleep save for intermittent naps plagued by anxious dreams. I've ended up in a library. Only just now realized that it's Bloomsday. I should buy a bottle of Jameson but it's not worth it. I'll page absentmindedly through my favorite book when I get back to my room, and daydream that I'm not who I am.
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| "Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned." - James Joyce |
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