October 2009
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All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when...
– Plutarch
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True frustration: the want to write but having words escape your grasp like sand through fingers.
It’s much akin to having some acute form of laryngitis. Boy does it fucking hurt and it’s frightening to boot. I often wonder if I have lost my ability to sing out with words.