"I hazard the explanation that a shock is at once in my case followed by the desire to explain it. I feel that I have had a blow; but it is not, as I thought as a child, simply a blow from an enemy hidden behind the cotton wool of daily life; it is or will become a revelation of some order; it is a token of some real thing behind appearances; and I make it real by putting it into words...." - Virginia Woolf, A Sketch of the Past
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so maybe that's why I never finish anything (or struggle mightily against the finish line). I mean what's the point? It's *never* gonna be over....
like when i was a kid (always a bad start to any sentence), i hated starting anything--taking a bath, going to sleep, turning off the Tv, coming in from outside--it's the opposite end of the refusal of closure. wait, does that make any sense? fuck it, i'm tiiirrreeedd....maybe b/c i'm not finished, or not finished delaying starting, or am never inclined to finish with delaying the start of something or or (quoi?)
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