Thursday, August 22, 2013


n. The sense that the future is arriving ahead of schedule, that all those years with fantastical names like '2013' are bursting from their hypothetical cages into the arena of the present, furiously bucking the grip of your expectations while you lean and slip in your saddle, one hand reaching for reins, the other waving up high like a schoolkid who finally knows the answer to the question.

via The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I am beginning to believe that every sorrow I feel, though it cannot be quantified, has a name.

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