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One Day, You Don't Feel Like Doing Anything. Nothing Interests You, Everything Bores You. Feel More And More Empty Inside, More And More Dissatisfied With Yourself And The World In General. Then Even That Feeling Wears Off, And You Don't Feel Anything Anymore. You Become Completely Indifferent To What Goes On Around You... You Forget How To Laugh And Cry - You're Cold Inside And Incapable Of Loving Anything Or Anyone... There's No Going Back... The Disease Has A Name. It's Called Deadly Tedium.

If You Stop To Think About It, You’ll Have To Admit That All The Stories In The World Consist Essentially Of Twenty-six Letters. The Letters Are Always The Same, Only The Arrangement Varies. From Letters Words Are Formed, From Words Sentences, From Sentences Chapters, And From Chapters Stories.

Nothing Is Lost. . .everything Is Transformed.

There Are Many Kinds Of Delusion.

Calendars And Clocks Exist To Measure Time, But That Signifies Little Because We All Know That An Hour Can Seem As Eternity Or Pass In A Flash, According To How We Spend It.