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One More Day
September 18, 2002, 10:58 PM
To live is to lose ground.
Once you see that everything is unreal, you can't see why you should bother to prove it.
No one ever recovers from the disease of being born, a deadly wound if there ever was one.
Invalids of hope, we are all still waiting; and life is only the hypostatization of waiting.
By all evidence we are in the world to do nothing; but instead of nonchalantly promenading our own corruption, we exude our sweat and grow winded upon the fetid air.
- E. M. Cioran��(tr. Richard Howard)
damn, I wanted to write ... I'm really trying... I guess not hard enough. I just can't, not right now.
Later days,
Blaze
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