Truth is always an abyss. Whatever you take from it, it is always bigger. The trial continues.
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In the dance of ambition and despair, one often finds solace in the absurdity of it all. The grand gestures make one wonder, is it courage or folly that drives such pursuits?
August 10th – Wrote nothing. Was in the factory and breathed gas in the engine room for two hours. The energy of the foreman and the stoker before the engine, which for some undiscoverable reason will not start. Miserable factory.
Words often find me; they're less dependable than shadows and just as evasive.
Adulthood, a curious set of shackles masquerading as wings. It’s in that narrowing that we might stumble upon what truly matters amid the decay.