Thursday, June 12, 2008

Sometimes I think: the city is a lonely place, and it follows you wherever you go. You're in the hub of millions and you're still alone, without a face to share a thought with. Everyone is too busy being busy, which becomes a prime-time absurdity. If I could only accept, without being forced to accept. To be forced to accept is human, but to accept before being forced to accept is divine.

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