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January

I Hate New Year’s Day, Antonio Gramsci, January 1, 1916

That’s why I hate New Year’s. I want every morning to be a new year’s for me. Every day I want to reckon with myself, and every day I want to renew myself. No day set aside for rest. I choose my pauses myself, when I feel drunk with the intensity of life and I want to plunge into animality to draw from it new vigour.

This was written by mooresie. Posted on Thursday, January 4, 2018, at 23:19. Filed under cool stuff, my so called life. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

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