this feels like one of those diaries you write in when stranded on a desert island. so, i've been thinking long and hard about my existence, and i have decided, that in the words of haruki murakami, i should probably climb down a well and do some thinking. but, in the words of mumford&sons, i'm afraid of what i will discover inside (inside my mind, not the well). but then i thought, where can i find a well? they aren't so easy to come by these days. on consulting others, it became apparent that if my car were to break down and i were stranded in the snow, my thoughts may arrive at the same place as if i were down a well. at the same time, that seems a high price to pay. so in short:
i want to find a well, but i can't find a well.
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