perhaps.

“maybe a damned good night’s sleep will bring me back to a gentle sanity. but at the moment, I look about this room and, like myself, it’s all in disarray; things fallen out of place, jumbled, lost, knocked over and i can’t put it straight, don’t want to. perhaps living through these petty days will get us ready for the dangerous ones.”

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