'As the components of your life are stripped away, after all the ambitions and hopes vaporize, you reach a self-reflective starkness—the repetitious plucking of a single overwound string. I was too poor to even have an etherizing vice like drugs or alcohol. Slowly I became a Peeping Tom of finer days, a vicarious liver through my own past.'
- Arthur Nersesian
(Pg.37)
Listening to: Alc*Syn 'Keys To Locks That Don't Exist'
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