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.
“You get to the point where you stare at the rivets and to make the job mean something you start counting them like counting sheep. When you do that, you’d better watch out.”
Willie Saunders
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