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Somewhere near the end of the world
On 2004-04-04 at 11:27 p.m.... On the list entitled 'Non-Sequiturs In the Life of Your Correspondent', this one must rank fairly high. I find myself, rather suddenly, living just down the hill from Karl Marx. Well, I say 'living', which implies that both of us are doing so. However, this does afford me the opportunity to stride up to the relevant cemetery, clutching a copy of my dissertation and shake it at his headstone by the fistful, weeping bitter tears and yelling: 'this was all your fault!'. Sigh. So anyway, my first night as a resident of Das Kapital (a joke which so nearly works). These things should be done, I think, in the spirit of challenging one's comfort zones. I'm an inveterate mover, which (now that I think about it), probably means that I'll die alone, but heigh-ho. Maņana (por maņana), I'll start, for once, trying to integrate myself into things. Trenchant observations to follow, obviously.
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