I think, the longer I do this, the harder it will be for me to ever be with people again.
I feel apart from them. My personal apartheid. Detached. I think Joseph Conrad might have nailed it:
"Sell the house, sell the car, sell the kids, I ain't never coming home."
- Colonel Kurtz -
Apocalypse Now
Adapted from Heart of Darkness by
Joseph Conrad
Friday, May 26, 2006
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