I still get up there every night and sing ‘What a Fool Believes’ like my mortgage depends on it. And hell, maybe it does.
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I still get up there every night and sing ‘What a Fool Believes’ like my mortgage depends on it. And hell, maybe it does.
“We seem to be in the trough of a wave; there’s a huge wall rushing towards us with a white crest, and I just hope that we can ride to the top of it and maybe see something — a larger, more interesting world — on the other side. On the other hand, we may be swamped. We’re living in very interesting times but, at the same time, deeply uncertain ones.”
J. G. Ballard