There is no romantic love.

The only Bright Eyes song I would care to quote.
It captures a lot of the despair and resignation I would associate with growing up and emancipating oneself from youthful naivities.
In the real world there is friction.
Gravity drags everything down at some point.
Who are we to expect a noble life to work for us?
Why should we be the princes who are exempt from the cruel laws of nature?
Didn't we know in our ignorance that there are no happy endings?
That our fears and struggles are only the suppressed reflections of reality within ourselves?
Why do you hope and fight, little man... vain little man.
Didn't they tell you the better of it?
Remember to be, it's all there is.
And remember to only ever hope to be able to let go and live with your losses.
And if you want to be free, start running away....

Στο καλό, καλή τύχη στα σταυροδρόμια σου.

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We will pick up the slack a bit soon.
It's been too long, I guess.

Paris got fashion, we got music.

Check it.

Sr.C