i do not know where; for i stayed where i was; with regret; mild regret; for in me there have always been two fools; among others; one asking nothing more than to stay where he is; and; the other hoping that life might be slightly less horrid a little further on.
samuel beckett
Saturday, February 07, 2009
day seventy eight
click the play button to hear this very angst filled version of chris issacs wicked games by a swiss performance artist pipilotti rist
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