I was stressed and scared and I had to hurry to be someone, become something, do something. I was running and talking and cursed myself when I wasted my time on things that wouldn’t get me anywhere. It was work and it was money and I was never where I was, always somewhere else in my head far, far away.
Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
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