just precisely how bad was 1500s jerusalem at making maps, you ask? well,
How the FUCK am I supposed to have a good day when 28% of Americans aren’t getting enough fiber?
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.