lassitude

'i saw the days of the year stretching ahead like a series of bright, white boxes, and separating one box from another was sleep, like a black shade. only for me, the long perspective of shades that set off one box from the next day had suddenly snapped up, and i could see day after day after day glaring ahead of me like a white, broad, infinitely desolate avenue.'

fact # 59
i believe fifty nine to be one of the most ugly numbers. ever.