Sunday, 4 November 2018

Monday Morning

Do not write on Monday morning; this is not Bohemian enough. You should be experiencing significant existential despair first thing every week; it sets you up nicely. The melancholy of knowing that most of your time on this Earth will be wasted even if you put it to good use, erm... I don’t know. Something about cages or freedom.

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