You’re feeling it. The dread. You’re feeling intensely lonely, even among people. You’re feeling the resentment of having to work a hard job for little pay, even less respect, and for what? 211 more words
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Somewhere, there’s a place where exotic belly dancers shimmy in hypnotic tempo to the supportive ululations of onlookers, where ribald pirates ask what do you do with a drunken pirate before launching into a heartfelt rendition of the Nine Inch Nails classic “Hurt”, where dancing artists twirl, and circus sideshow performers walk on broken glass, lie down on a bed of nails, and bend steel in their bare hands. 966 more words
Questions from this site: http://hoelder1in.org/Proust/fill_questionnaire.html
What do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
To be irrelevant and obsolete; unwanted and unloved.
Where would you like to live? 445 more words