December 2009
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen ábreiða...
I sit.
In front of this screen.
There´s no one here but me.
So I leave the TV on.
So I feel less alone.
This is Death. The way it starts.
I don’t want to talk about the good old times.
Things are as good as they’ve ever been.
And I don’t want to talk about dead friends.
That’s a conversation I am saving for the end.
