I called myself today, by my name… in four different languages and in two dialects. It didn’t sound good in any of them. I felt sorry for those who meet me daily. Well, their names aren’t any better, either. So, all is fair, I guess. No, no, I’m not talking about depression or mid-life crisis here. I won’t call that feeling by any name. It’s not gonna sound good anyway.
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