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eye of the storm
Feb. 21st, 2005 09:55 amPeople's lives are exploding around me, everywhere I look. It's a bit terrifying, the waves of chaos spiralling closer and closer, they haven't quite touched me yet, but I feel both helpless and impotent, and there's a sense of dread as I wonder if/when it's all going to break over my head.
I wish I could do something. I wish that I could stop these things from happening, take depression by the throat and strangle it for the vicious life-eating enemy it is, take all my friends and keep them safe always. And obviously, I can do none of these things.
Hunter S. Thompson has killed himself, (Very plain and spiritless New York Times obituary here)and the thing about icons is, they should either have been dead a long while, or they're supposed to live forever. Icons are meant to be immortal. We're not supposed to see them change.
I wish I could do something. I wish that I could stop these things from happening, take depression by the throat and strangle it for the vicious life-eating enemy it is, take all my friends and keep them safe always. And obviously, I can do none of these things.
Hunter S. Thompson has killed himself, (Very plain and spiritless New York Times obituary here)and the thing about icons is, they should either have been dead a long while, or they're supposed to live forever. Icons are meant to be immortal. We're not supposed to see them change.
