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[numberoneblind]

And what you thought you came for
Is only a shell, a husk of meaning
From which the purpose breaks only when it is fulfilled
If at all. Either you had no purpose
Or the purpose is beyond the end you figured
And is altered in fulfillment. There are other places
Which also are the world's end [...]
But this is the nearest, in place and time.
T.S. Eliot

i feel shitty today. mentally and physically. it's cold and raining and my ears are plugged and my nose is running and i hurt all over, and i still have a paper to write, and i need tea and soup and a toastie and a good hug. i don't know. i think i'll go to work, as evidently i am not getting anything done right now. i seem to be resuming my lighting-queen mantle, which is good.

everything is colder now and i feel like i'm a degree removed from the whole world.

"upon what do you build your foundation?"

i have nothing now.