I work on a dream every day. Spend
hours in meetings calling people out
on bullshit. Thinking about
what I'd rather be doing
like drinking in Montreal or
making a difference or
wondering why I've
never learned to
pronounce the
word love
properly.
It seems difficult
to get all of these
things worked out
in time. You think
eighty years is enough
but I've gone through
the first twenty-six
and I'm not any
closer.
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