Shihad - A Day Away
In times of crisis, I have this.
Achievements?
My life has deteriorated beyond the point that acting like a normal human being, even for an incredibly brief amount of time, is worthy of celebration. Seemingly I’m far more upset that the only shining lights of my existence are small sniffs of normality rather than actually being saddened by the path that lead me here in the first place.
Things will get better, eventually. I have specific dates. I just don’t have any desire to be happy before that time.
Becoming a stupid hipster:
- step one - take monochrome photo of a mundane everyday object
- step two - use the word “monochrome”
- step three - claim this is all ironic satire of some sort
Yeah.
2 weeks ago - 
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need coffee now
The Adults - A Part of Me
Cairo Knife Fight - The Violence of Action
Wake me up to this, please.
The greatest paragraph
Larason v Police (HC, Christchurch, CRI-2010-409-000244, 21 October 2011, French J) at [33]:
“I disagree”
Well played, Justice French, well played.
Adjacent
When I can’t see the light at the end of the tunnel, I often find myself, instead of actually trying to find the light, wondering what it would be like to live in the darkness for the rest of my life. To me, this is highly amusing - I don’t want to be in this position for a second, much less a lifetime. Nevertheless it is an interesting scenario. Great responsibility fosters diminished responsibility. Nevermind that even if I managed to lose something to work towards I’d still be only barely able to live my life, at least I’d care less about it.
Given where I am now, though, this thought is simultaneously more pointless and more intriguing. What would it be like to live in the darkness with somebody else? Would losing my sense of purpose rob me of my sense of enjoyment?
Or, I could actually get on with my work.
