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January 21, 2025

If on the tally-board of wasted days
They daily write me for proud idleness,
Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the preferred charge allays.

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“Adults look back to the depression of the ’30s and look to an end of the crisis, while the younger generation see it as permanent state.”

J. G. Ballard

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