In our backwards flats on the other side of the earth, our misery is bearable because it is beautiful, listening to Leonard Cohen and drinking too much, carrying on with the existential crisis we’ve been having since we were seventeen, so long now we are no longer afraid, greeting the abyss each day with a resigned sigh the way a fisherman welcomes the rain.

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