Lipgloss and Cigarettes.
Monday, 31 January 2011
"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is the bad dream."
"Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air."
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