“Something begins in order to end: an adventure doesn’t let itself be extended; it achieves significance only through its death. Towards this death, which may also be my own, I am drawn irrevocably. Each moment appears only to bring on the moments after. To each moment I cling with all my heart: I know that it is unique, irreplaceable - and yet I would not lift a finger to prevent it from being annihilated.” © Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
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10.06.2010
This Morning's LSS: Another Suitcase in Another Hall
Not particularly cheerful this morning. Must be the stress of sleepless nights trying my best to mop up a botched project - lots of blood shed, really. Robert and I have just about been bled dry. Time to move on then, hence the song.
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