misery
Aug. 24th, 2016 | 07:44 pm
music: Lambchop - The Hustle
What was it that did in reality make me an opium-eater? The affection that finally drove me into the habitual use of opium, what was it? Pain was it? No, but misery. Casual overcasting of sunshine was it? No, but blank desolation. Gloom was it that might have departed? No, but settled and abiding darkness.
(c) Confessions of an English Opium-Eater
(c) Confessions of an English Opium-Eater