I remember when I used to be passionate. I would spend my weeks just trawling though every and any piece of information I could find of Andy Warhol or W.B Yeats. I remember when I had purpose.
So why do I dress up for today, why do I go out into the world if I'm passionless and purposeless, what's the occasion?
The occasion is life.
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