Wednesday, 25 April 2007

Why the Internet would have never worked with Victorian literature

Original title: "A thought on a point in time sitting isolated on a bus, listening to Radiohead's "Fake Plastic Trees" on a remarkably clear set of stereo headphones, and thinking about a woman who you haven't seen in months and was never yours to begin with."

I can't figure out if this was a perfect moment or a particularly refined piece of hell.

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