I’m exhausted, finally, by this mob within me that keeps me from being myself. I suppose one feels the need to be alone in order to grow old and die.
“What do we see? All over the world chemicals are pouring into rivers, effluents are fouling our beaches and poisoning our children. Just for once, let’s assume it was deliberate.”
J. G. Ballard | Rushing to Paradise
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