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On being lonely, sad and, worst of all, irrelevant.

  I am lonely, sad and, worst of all, irrelevant. I am marooned in a nocturnal world of precarious employ and tumbling towards middle age. But the people I wanted to become the writers, dilettantes, the “creatives” they’re still out … Continue reading

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