Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.


146. Wednesday, November 11th.

"And the sun that shines
Paints a trace of sadness
In your eyes that cry
Wishing and hoping

Sweet, sweet is the night
Now you are near
Dark, dark were the days
They disappear
Sweet, sweet is the night
Now you are near."

-ELO, "Sweet is the Night"


A word to the wise: Don't leave turpentine in your backpack for a week. No matter how childproof the cap. No matter how lazy you are. Just don't do it.

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