"Every little trifle, for some reason, does seem incalculably important today, and when you say of a thing that "nothing hangs on it" it sounds like blasphemy. There's never any knowing - how am I to put it? - which of our actions, which of our idlenesses won't have things hanging on it for ever."
[Where Angels Fear To Tread, E. M. Forster]
It's been a torrid and peckish week for me. The reprieve, Ocean's 13 with Sarah, Zhic, and Margy, was much sought after, but somehow I ended the night feeling unsettled. Sometimes I find that I look for too many signs and see all the wrong ones. Trifles can certainly have the world hinge on them, but paranoia doesn't help ease the burden.
Needless to say, it was no fault of theirs. Great company trumps all. (:
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