I wish I was elsewhere. The urge is stronger than ever.
Am I to blame RLS? Perhaps I should stop reading Weir of Hermiston. It's opened a scab.
I'd like to go back in time and ask him how to live with this agony, this yearning, this restlessness, this hypersensitivity. He should know. He was there. Does it help to live half a world away, an ocean away from everyone?
The Ending of Le Samourai (1967), Explained
A quick online search after watching Jean-Pierre Melville's Le Samourai confirmed my suspicion: The plot is very rarely understood b...
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Is it too boring to say that no matter where you are, the basic issues are more or less the same? There are far worse places than where you reside now.
Obviously you're absolutely right. The place I wish I was away from is my own head.
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