Life should be full of strangeness Like a rich painting.
The Fall, "How I Wrote 'Elastic Man,'" 1980.
Sunday, January 10, 1982
(an early night)
It was a very lazy day. I did virtually nothing except read the papers and lay on the floor, and apart from Mum’s incessant condemnations of my idleness, there was nothing to report. Clear and bitterly cold.
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