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I felt a strange feeling walking down the streets of Dublin today. Maybe it was the wonderful warmth, something we've been so unaccustomed to for so long, or maybe it was the feeling of summer... I felt a pensive elation, and I had a great clarity. My thoughts were these: I love Dublin. I love it even as I hate it, and I know I do hate it. I hate the dirty streets, I hate the putrid green Liffey, I hate it all... But I love it too. I love it for raising me, for all the people who have touched me and who I have touched. And I know that I will move to places a thousand times better, a thousand times more interesting... And in my mind, I'll know that they are far superior than anything that could be found in Dublin. But in my heart, I know that they will always be secondary to my home, and that is a thought that fills me with a weird dichotomy of both sadness and joy. Hrm.
Saw Batman Begins today. Not really worth talking about.
Saw Batman Begins today. Not really worth talking about.