tonight, darling, we are going to right a lot of wrongs.
thomas edison's last words were "it's very beautiful over there."
i don't know where "there" is, but i believe it's somewhere,
and i hope it's beautiful.
what a treacherous thing,
to believe that a person is more than a person.
imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia.
you spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth
thinking about how you'll escape it one day
and how awesome it will be
and imagining that future keeps you going
but you never do it.
you just use the future to escape the present.
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