June 10th, 2018

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Life

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Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter — tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms father... And one fine morning...
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.