These aren't secrets, but I haven't told anyone either.
I may sound bipolar but I mostly just write about really great things or really bad things. Extremes, right?
I promise my feelings are continuous over the real emotions.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Google Translate gets fucked by Proust

He there awake, but do not know, and can only repeat indefinitely, with less force, this same testimony that I do not know what I want and interpret at least to ask him again and return intact, available to me, just now, to final enlightenment.

(I never get sick of this one)
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