I think it was mostly truth I was after. I know now that truth is a troubling thing. You can’t snort your way to it. You can’t drink your way to it. You can’t fuck your way to it. You can’t cheat your way to it. You can’t love your way to it. You can only let it envelop youand try to make sense of it all
Nick Miller, ‘Isn’t it pretty to think so?’
Blurring the lines between reality and my dreams.

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