Saturday, September 10, 2011


Between Scylla and Charybdis, a ship might be shattered or unmanned. There is always a price to pay. Torn by the many demands of the timetable, one can also be scattered to the winds and lose one's mind or sense of self. A diary is no help; what calendar can help when the days are all too confused and messed up?

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