These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day… — David Foster Wallace
These worst mornings with cold floors and hot windows and merciless light—the soul’s certainty that the day will have to be not traversed but sort of climbed, vertically, and then that going to sleep again at the end of it will be like falling, again, off something tall and sheer.
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