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Alida: A 23-year-old Canadian exploring the infinite abyss that is New York City.

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Sun, May 6
... Grey
I'm not exactly sure what to write today... I don't really have many profound thoughts. Living in the grey does that--it dulls the imagination and the senses and it makes everything seem so surreal that remembering it feels like looking through a fog at something that happened ages and ages ago, not something that happened 3 hours ago. And that's where I am right now. In the grey-ness of life, the stark reality of where I don't want to be. At the corner of Boredom and Apathy, searching desperately for a way out, looking for the third hidden road at the crossroads. And eventually, I'll find it, I know that. But right now, I don't even know that I want to. When I don't care, I don't have to worry as much... and if I look hard enough, I can still find bright spots of color in the grey world I inhabit, if only for a moment, and if only faint copies of what the real colors look like. Promises of the land outside my grey world; the world I hope to live in again someday.
infinite || abyss
posted at 4:38 p.m.