There are small, dark moments, when meaning comes and goes. Fleeting waves of depression that I fight, my own rival gang.

(Note to self, must catch up with Lars Von Trier‘s biography, it will cheer me up when I need it)

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2 thoughts on “Small wonders

  1. “…my own rival gang.”

    I like that metaphor, and although I’m almost always at the manic end of the spectrum, rather than the depressive, I can relate to it just as well.

    1. Thanks for your support as always, Scott. That’s also my favorite verse, by the way. Depression is something I’ve learned to leave with, granted I was never diagnosed as a really clinical hardcore case, to tell the truth. I see a guest post coming from you, will have to approach you about that 🙂

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