I don't know what I am thinking I don't know what I am drinking I don't know what pills I swallow I don't know that inside I'm hollow I don't know that I am speaking I don't know that my brain is leaking I don't know that they cant see I don't know, especially me
I will tell you what I will do and what I will not do. I will not serve that in which I no longer believe, whether it call itself my home, my fatherland, or my church: and I will try to express myself in some mode of life or art as freely as I can and as wholly as I can, using for my defence the only arms I allow myself to use - silence, exile, and cunning.
James Joyce's A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
2 comments:
I look at that pic, and I realize I don't know the difference between an eastern and western grey squirrel!
I had to look it up when they came a calling here. yep eastern greys :(
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