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The Year the World Crumbled and I Found My Existential Glue

Thoughts Between the Sheets, Late at Night

Here I am, sitting in bed, and was just seized by the following ruminations, while trying to get to bed far too late. All my attempts at doing so seem to be completely sabotaged and bollocksed by my own inability to turn off my brain.