The night is false, sometimes the night is.
Sometimes I let myself be part of it, you see, I am a coward.
We let ourselves into the garden; how grandeur, how want. The lost soft supple abstract.
“What is it we mean, or what is it which leads us to say, that the objects we perceive are external to us, and not a part of our own thoughts?”
John Stuart Mill
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