In my brooding snitty moments, I still have flights of imagination. Is it because these flights of imagination feed my brooding in that they show what my reality is not and can never be?
NGD: Certain things are only interesting when lived, others only when imagined.
NGD: The imagination is the only place in the world where one can dwell.
You can never know people until you know what they imagine?
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