exhausted.
i've got no brain energy.
anxious and nervous, but too tired to do anything about it.
my mind wanders.
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
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i am restoring to our silent and apparently immobile soil its rifts, its instability, its flaws; and it is the same ground that is once more stirring under our feet. > foucault.
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