Here, amongst the heartbeats of God, where you could reach out and grasp infinity with your reaching hands, you sit.
Alone.
And nowhere is the realisation that you've wasted your life, squandered the gifts and intellect and instinct that passes for luck, nowhere is that more felt than here, in the very body of heaven.
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Monday, 13 September 2010
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