The Blog I'm Not Reading Is Better Than TV
Today has been a quite successful day. It's been relatively warm and sunny, and I've managed to read Freud's "Das Unheimliche" and ETA Hoffman's "Der Sand-Mann". The problem is, two questions still worry me:
1. Why do I live so fucking far away from everything?
2. Why is heron shit green?
These are the nightmare existential conundra that perplex my brain.