There's merit in just lying on the sofa in the dark, the static in the air hushing into white noise, like an audience of ghosts. The light from the street lamp outside stretches out on the floor, a cat glowing golden.
I just returned from a midnight walk. I passed the buildings with call center kids milling around and waving their cigarettes around
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"How should a man caught in the net of routine not forget that he is a man, a unique individual, one who is given only this one chance of living, with hopes and disappointments, with sorrow and fear, with the longing for love and the dread of the nothing and of separateness?"
It's nothing profound, to be sure and even jarringly naive, but nevertheless a good enough reminder to those who have convinced themselves that looking back is a painful luxury.
-Jeremy
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