we had a lovely mirror,
but someone broke it
— fucking åmål
a mind not to be changed by place or time.
the mind is its own place, and in itself
can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n.
— john milton
never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right. — isaac asimov
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Misery is a vacuum. A space without air, a suffocated dead place, the abode of the miserable. Misery is a tenement block, rooms like battery cages, sit over your own droppings, lie on your own filth. Misery is a no U-turns, no stopping road. Travel down it pushed by those behind, tripped by those in front. Travel down it at furious speed though the days are mummified in lead. It happens so fast once you get started, there’s no anchor from the real world to slow you down, nothing to hold on to. Misery pulls away the brackets of life leaving you to free fall. Whatever your private hell, you’ll find millions like it in Misery. This is the town where everyone’s nightmares come true — J.W. - powerbook
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Sunday morning cappuccino
119/365, at home.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
To those who can celebrate it, that is.