'Yet there comes a time when you stand in front of a mirror and and ask yourself; "This is myself? And why did I want to identify with this? And what do I care about this face?" And at that moment everything starts to crumble. Everything starts to crumble.'
-Immortality by Milan Kundera
It's days like these when my life seem to stretch out into a barren wasteland of boredom and stagnation, an endless journey of 'non-solidarity' with the rest of mankind. I definitely woke up on the wrong side of bed today.
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