The usual - driving around, bowling, the occasional acid flashback.
"Wandering between two worlds, one dead,
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
The other powerless to be born,
With nowhere yet to rest my head,
Like these, on earth I wait forlorn."
— Matthew Arnold, from “Stanzas from the Grand Chartreuse”
Posted on 18 November 2011-
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