my unhealthy love-hate relationship with the Red Sox

Jul 09, 2006 03:30

Who amoung us has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not day-dream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and loss is too empty to share.
-Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

how true
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