"Life is not a support system for art. It's the other way around."
--Stephen King
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It's a blog. If there's a theme to my thoughts, it's that life is a series of chipped pieces that we must place in a mosaic, little fragments that came from something that was beautifully made. Pots, tiles. In the jagged, sharp edges is pain, randomness, ugliness, but what lies within it is quite stunning: opposites. You take in the whole and you take in the pieces, for good or ill.
Another chip in the wall, you might say. But like I said, it's just a blog.
The blog that was: anksforthe.livejournal.com.
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Example: Today felt like a layover in Dublin. I didn't know where I had just come from, or where I was going, but I knew it felt odd to be here, now. It rained rivers.
