This is where my thoughts pool as a reservoir of miscellany and peculiarity. It's actually not my brain that's dripping -- it's my soul that's leaking.
It's really no big deal.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
my mind is being ripped apart
Because I can't decide which of these two W.G. Sebald books is the greatest or the most meaningful to me:
The Emigrants or The Rings of Saturn.
It feels like I'm caught in a zone of permanent oscillation.
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