dimecres, 15 d’abril de 2009

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"I keep having this feeling like I'm right on the verge of some discovery. Some brilliant observation on the rip of my tongue, always pushed aside. Always pushed aside. On and on.

I probably always have the feeling of being right on the verge, almost there but never there, always almost. Perhaps that's 'life'... craning to see over the ridge but it keeps rounding until the only verge we ever get to surpass is dying"



1 comentari:

Andreä ha dit...

Això ho fas perquè he de millorar el meu anglès???
:)