About 2-3 days a week I find myself impelled to do something I can't possibly do.
To get up and leave work and go read this one specific book (300 pages).
To bike hard until I'm exhausted.
To go to Prague.
To read this other book (1200 pages).
There is torture in my paralysis. And there is paralysis in the freedom I long for.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Samurai am
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