Friday, October 03, 2003

Birthday Boy

I woke up, feeling 24. Birthdays are always a sad time for me. I'm forced to reflect on the darker aspects of the human condition, and every year I conclude the same thing: We're fucked and we all going to die, stupid and alone. I very much hope that this state of affairs will improve during my lifetime, but I doubt that it will. My birthday ended as it began, in silence.

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