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Without pleasure and satisfaction, what prompts me to do things? Nothing but the deduction that they have to get done. Forget reading, or calling up friends, or going for a walk. Why? There's no need, for Christ's sake. Because I'm just a hollow shell with a head on top that can deduce, but not feel.
Wake up, drink coffee, stare at the CNN. Clean the kitchen. Go to work. Come home. Feel dead.
But in my dreams, I am alive. I'm going places. I'm engaging. That's why bedtime is the best time.
Paolo
P.S. More positive thoughts later.
Wake up, drink coffee, stare at the CNN. Clean the kitchen. Go to work. Come home. Feel dead.
But in my dreams, I am alive. I'm going places. I'm engaging. That's why bedtime is the best time.
Paolo
P.S. More positive thoughts later.