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setting this aside for now

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 1997.07.30

Two things have become clear to me, of late. First, I'm spending too many evenings just at home watching movies. It was one thing to do so to save money while I was paying down my student debt, but this has gotten out of hand. I've watched 70 movies and it's only seven months into the year. I used to be a creative person, what happened to the writing?

Second, the new job is starting to get in the way a bit. While that's good for the first problem, it represents a problem of its own: I needed to re-home this thing because I can't stay where I am, and I don't have time. So I'm going off-line for a while.

Maybe I'll add a third thing: a lot of these movies are a waste of time.

rand()m quote

The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov