Tunes in my head: No Language In Our Lungs by XTC
Books of a word: Damned To Fame - The Life Of Samuel Beckett by James Knowlson
Atmosphere: Okay
What is the whole point behind stability, anyway?
Are we just scared of the fate of taking a risk? I mean, we could jump off the cliff and become poets and painters, leaving behind our debt, our grounding.
But do we? A few of us do. A few of us decide that it is better to be an unemployed thirty-one year old writer in a dilapidated cottage in Belfast than to be some lecturer at a university in Dublin.
The most of us, however, decide that it is best to simply sit and watch our potiential run by us as we go by our ordinary lives.
Just a random thought, I guess.
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