Monday, 31 March 2014

Intermission

When you're trying to make sense of life, you begin to realise how much of living involves just staring into space. Trying to latch onto something, you stretch your concentration to try to drag yourself out of the slump. As you try to count how many times they say the word 'murder' on the news, you lose count and slip back into a coma.

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