The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.
“There was no grandeur here, no sublimity, only weariness and gloom.”
Peter Ackroyd | The Casebook of Victor Frankenstein
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