This can usually be found on Twitter.
and they pull you right back in again.
Sigh.
(P.s. Please don't interpret this post to mean I'm disappointed or despondent or depressed or anything. Really. Today (err, yesterday as I type this) was a really good day. I just wish I didn't feel so weak all the time, and that I could sleep a full night's sleep like normal people, and so on and so forth. And I'm living in my own past just a little bit more than I ought to be. What to do. Life is like that sometimes.)
Labels: melancholy, sigh
This post was posted by Unknown at 5:05 am
"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."