Sometimes I just want to serenade people with my broken voice instead of writing papers on books I love and reading new books that I also love.
And so I'll listen to Maps on repeat as I fall in love with Kierkegaard.
And worry in the back of my head how I'll get him and my paper and some art drawings done by 1:45 tomorrow.
But mostly I'll serenade Kierkegaard.
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