'...what can one do, if the only straightforward task of every intelligent man is pointless chattering, the deliberate pouring out of emptiness.'
Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground
Thursday, January 17, 2008
On some days, you make small connections. They can be between various thoughts and concepts of which you were already aware, but it seems as though that unassuming link has finally bridged an abyss of incoherence and despair.