"Gold hair in the sunlight, my light in the dawn."

Aug 13, 2015 12:15

Any action, repeated enough times, becomes robbed of its vitality. Setting down the first line of an entry in this journal, for example. Noting the weather, for example. But I will, because I don't know how else to begin. It's not like the days are especially distinguishable, one from the next. Not here. I can go a week without leaving the house ( Read more... )

boredom, monotony, agents of dreamland, green autumn, shut in, depression

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A curse. kiki60 August 14 2015, 19:02:54 UTC
I believe there is a curse that goes, "May you be born in interesting times."

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