days are where we live

Man, do you ever have those days where you wake up and put on some Basement Jaxx and you’re just dancing around to Basement Jaxx as you often do when suddenly you feel an inexplicable, profound need to remember some lines from “A Prayer For My Daughter” by William Butler Yeats?

Today, my friends, is just one of those days.

(Edit from 3 cups: I stone cold dropped a Larkin reference in this post’s title, as I am wont to do. This post now features 95% more thesis insanity! asdf, &c.)


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