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in the past- the recent past, i've connected with music with an intensity, an intimacy which, looking back, i find quite alarming. Quite grating too- like it was born of a fierce desperation. I don't want that anymore...i mean...it had it's highs. But, then, so do drugs. A melodramatic comparison, yes, i know. I'm trying to look outside a bit more, nowadays. Like, trying not to relate everything to myself- empathy stretched so far that it doubles back on itself and becomes introverted. So, i have decided to distance myself from music. Appreciate it for what it is. Not to struggle to try and find something lurking deep within every word, every note. The hair-splitting is becoming irksome, and draining.

Today...what have i done today? read.
kate pauses, and thinks. hard.
yep, that's about it. I finished "The Memory Keeper's Daughter" today. It really is such a poignant novel, i strongly recommend you, my dear reader, to add it to your book list (whether this be stored in a mental cabinet drawer, or whether it be an actual list, dot-points and all).

well. i can't think of anything to say that doesn't relate closely to myself, so i shall write no more.
Blogs are really the most narcisstic of tools. For one that has no purpose guiding their blog, i mean. Exhibiting your life story and internal workings for any passer to stop and peruse nonchalantly.

QUOTE OF THE DAY: (no country for old men)
Anton Chigurh: Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Call it?
Anton Chigurh: Yes.
Gas Station Proprietor: For what?
Anton Chigurh: Just call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Anton Chigurh: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Gas Station Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Anton Chigurh: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Gas Station Proprietor: No.
Anton Chigurh: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton Chigurh: Everything.
Gas Station Proprietor: How's that?
Anton Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Alright. Heads then. [Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]
Anton Chigurh: Well done. [the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Chigurh starts out]
Anton Chigurh: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is. [Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]