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Elial1's avatar

In the past, there was a Promise. Nothing specific or concrete, but an unspoken assumed promise of something more to life, something better. One stepped out of the mundane and the madness by smoking a cigarette or having a drink to connect quietly to that Promise.

That Promise seems to have disappeared. It has been erased from our lives, just as Nietzsche’s madman with the lantern accused the villagers of wiping away the horizon with a sponge. It is not that cigarettes or alcohol are no longer cool. It is that there is nowhere to escape to.

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Nupur Azadi's avatar

You won't believe: so I got my copy of the book, and with it came a tote with the cover on it. I took that out in the metro in Bangalore, and a woman chastised me for it! Haha I love the constant identity crisis that is this luru <3

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