17:14"We are a lonely people, a morbid, crazed herd thrashing about in a zealous frenzy, trying to forget that we are not what we think we are, not really united, not really devoted to one another, not really listening, not really anything, just digits shuffled about by some unseen hand in a calculation which doesn’t concern us." — Henry Miller, Sexus  (via mycollapsingframe)

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