“That last outburst was probably unnecessary, but what the hell? Let them drink Drano if they can’t take a joke. I’m tired of wallowing around in this goddamn thing.”
-Hunter S. Thompson, “The Banshee Screams for Buffalo Meat”
Saturday, February 12, 2011
The part of my brain now atrophied
If I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week; for perhaps the part of my brain now atrophied would thus have been kept alive through use. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness.