The Persistent Loneliness of Being
Nov. 14th, 2010 01:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hawkwing_lbThe persistent loneliness of being. Everybody dies alone, right?
Bugger, I'm morbid this morning. Time to go out into the bright November sunlight and pretend to be a real human being. I assume this will be easier after lunch.
Then to Greek translation, and the making of notes, and to the yelling back at my constant evil mutter of self-doubt that this is worth doing, dammit.
Left. Right. Left. Right. You don't climb hills to get to the top, do you? You do it to see if you can.
Bugger, I'm morbid this morning. Time to go out into the bright November sunlight and pretend to be a real human being. I assume this will be easier after lunch.
Then to Greek translation, and the making of notes, and to the yelling back at my constant evil mutter of self-doubt that this is worth doing, dammit.
Left. Right. Left. Right. You don't climb hills to get to the top, do you? You do it to see if you can.
