the days between christmas and new years are always a little strange for me – curiously anticlimactic and yet oddly anticipatory. everyone seems to breeze through the days at a hurried pace, rushing to get to the new year — there, everything will be shiny and fresh and untouched; there, we can start again, with […]
the days between christmas and new years are always a little strange for me – curiously anticlimactic and yet oddly anticipatory. everyone seems to breeze through the days at a hurried pace, rushing to get to the new year — there, everything will be shiny and fresh and untouched; there, we can start again, with […]
there is only one day left, always starting over: it is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk. (j.p. sartre)
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