14.4.14

I find myself crying over music again, skipping meals because I feel powerless faced with raw materials, not having or making any work that I like—and how are we supposed to keep going in life when it's so monstrous and sublime? I'm using the thesaurus a lot these days but it's futile because nothing is right.












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