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degringolade
I am forever confused by the ways of the world. Nothing to it other than that. Small scale, big picture, it just doesn't matter. Oh, this isn't a complaint. I think that should I actually think that I do understand would make me smug and complacent, which would be boring as all fuck.
Blue skies and sunshine seem to sap my energy. Creativity or anything interesting crossing my mind, when it happens are transient things, blow away like wisps of fogs on the river at sunrise, replaced by a vapid contentment that at the time seems vastly superior to any rational thought.
God I love spring.