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We have built within ourselves our very faculties. Justified it and shattered it whole. I am bounded and strapped to an eternal carousel. The lights, the noise, they plague me. I can do no more than lie 'ere bound and strapped still, and in this haze, ride out eternity ( Read more... )

Sunday is for jazz and long walks