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25 June 2015
The Slow Regard For Silent THings

So here I am, back in my cave - because it's one of the few places I can rely on when I get into one of these moods.

I'm tired, and today feels worse than yesterday. A continuation of the crappy feeling I had in the afternoon/night. Interestingly, the closest way to relate is from the latest book of Patrick Rothfuss that I just read: "The Slow Regard For Silent Things".

Where Auri feels that nothing is right. Everything is different; wrong. And that she's also losing herself. Shattered. And everything around is foreign, unwelcoming.