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i discovered the difference.
whereas others keep their grief and pain under a cloak of activities and happy discoveries, i bare them for all to see and read. but we all have our own problems to deal with.
welcome to the netherworld.
JikonLai.com - where grief lives.
I rolled back onto the lawn and pressed my forehead to the ground again and made the noise Father calls groaning. I make this noise when there is too much information coming into my head from the outside world. It is like when you are upset and you hold the radio against your ear and you tune it halfway between two stations so that all you get is white noise and then you turn the volume right up so that this is all you can hear and then you know you are safe because you cannot hear anything else.
- Mark Haddon, “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time“
Posted on January 8th, 2005 by jl
Filed under: lost blah blah
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