i need to get back to sims-ing.

im bored, but i feel free.

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But the worst thing about living now lies not in sensing, but in finding that my senses are still just as alive, still flared to the tiniest details of life, the whoosh of water washing away grime and vomit, the sibiliant noise of brooms slapping on cement, the hope and faith of birds who were once the bearers of our flame, but not being able anymore to be surprised by joy.