The white lady came by and wrapped us all in her white sheets. the wind is howling, temperature's dropping, we are heading straight into it. Long dark days with a heave grey overclouded sky, unnatural the way it sucks away all color. No wonder i would like to eat candy all the time, or eat greasy food, or drink. Stimulations desperately needed.
Most people seem to take pictures only at their holidays, and at birthdays and when someone marries. That makes for an odd archive of your life, doesn't it? Likewise most news, and a huge portion of blogs focuses on accidents and large disasters. No, i don't think we should pretend there aren't problems, but this hung-uppedness of the tragedy of life makes for a very odd archive of our lives, doesn't it?
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