I live in expectation of an idea; I foresee it, close in upon it, get a grip, but it escapes me, does not yet belong to me. How can I express it?
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Day/Page/Sketch #130
Tadpoles, tapenade, tequila, testicle, tinfoil, tiramisu, tomatoes, torpedoes, tuxedos, turbines, Twinkies, and Typhoid.
Day/Page/Sketch #129
About 10% of our happiness is due to our circumstances. Our age, race, gender, personal history, and wealth, only make up about one-tenth of our happiness.
Day/Page/Sketch #128
All truths are against us, but we go on living because we accept them in themselves, because we refuse to draw the consequences.
Day/Page/Sketch #127
I’m done reading news. They are all bad and depressing and make the world complain and react ceaselessly.
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