moodswings

Amanda's diary entries

Plight of a Gazelle

existential vulnerability at the office, black magic, and one blue moon.

Once in a while, we look at ourselves, at the long hours we keep, at our life and death devotion to what much of the world could care less about, and we shake our heads and smile together.

It’s only advertising, we murmur, it ain’t brain-surgery.

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