Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour.
Yo don't work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and. . . . . . . . . the lost is too empty to share.
-Mark Z. Danielewski
It would be really nice & quiet if I could just kill it,without any regrets or thoughts.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήBut it's usually the ugliest hour.
Ang regret can motivate sometimes...
oh you feel regret about everything as well? oh i feel you.
ΑπάντησηΔιαγραφήsucks big time.