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post-dawn musings
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reading supposedly quenches the thirst of the inquisitive, but the more i read, the more wants i gain.

like an insatiable desire to feel, to touch.

instead of going "ah, so that's how its like", i'll be killing myself thinking why the hell am i sitting on my ass when i could have been experiencing it first-hand.

how does it feel like to be queueing up in a Starbucks outlet on dreary monday morning with the rest of london, all looking ubiquitous in their monotone threads and laptop bags ?

how does it feel like to tether at the edge of a fjord in norway, to drop a pebble right down the abyss and never hearing it reach its destination ?

how does it feel like to be controlled like a worthless puppet by your government, to be shouldering the faults of those you respect in North Korea ?

how does it feel like knowing that you could be the next meal of the vultures encircling you in Ethiopia ?

how does it feel like to be saturating your blood with chemicals of names you can't even pronounce, to hallucinate for days only to realise that the whitewashed walls ,that sickly antiseptic stench and the tube in your nose isn't a figment of your drugged imagination ?

i'll probably never know.

and now i am late for class. toodles.