Just watched Les Miserables on BBC 1.
Lovely rolling landscapes and fantastic music.
Beautiful couples and a lovely french summer wonderfully captured.
All round Epic written all over it.
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Once it’s gone, miserable again.
It happens every time.
A movie, a book, speaking to someone over the phone or even a lovely song that I associate with my teenage years...
When it ends, it bring me down like a ton of bricks.
I suppose I need an escape mechanism. I am happy within it. I am not sure if this is sustainable in the long term.
Obviously I need to live the reality and not escape to a remote valley in Missouri or to a 300 people village in Finland or to an apartment in a city in Mongolia or even a shipping vessel near Djibouti because I read in a book. I live in a shoebox in London alone and miserable.
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I don’t know where to start. To fix my life.