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Peace

I dreamt last night. Horror too reasonable to be myth, but too unreasonable to be truth. I am haunted, there is probably no better word for it.

While I am happy with where things are, I am not happy. The persistent paradox that defines who I am. I suppose the truth is that if you spend more than two decades doing something, it's a hard habit to break. The thing to grasp is that it's better, much better.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: Fretwork - Goe Nightly Cares, CD 2 (download)
Alternative Title: Sometimes There Is No Picture

Posted by Kurrs on October 19, 2006 6:36 AM |

Comments

I heard recently a theory that humans' tendancies towards unhappiness/dissatisfaction regardless of external circumstances is a survival trait. (I almost said evolutionary, but that's a touchy topic.)

Posted by: Tillie | October 20, 2006 9:48 AM

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