Last night I finished “The Girl Who Play With Fire”, a book arguably about the more disgusting aspects of society, and then read a passage from “Love Letters From Great Men”, which should be titled “A Vast Majority of Letters From Philandering Man-Whores Occasionally Punctuated By An Actual Love Letter” and I had a moment of crisis in which I contemplated the absolute fickleness of human society.
And then I went back to the brainwashed mode I constantly function in, because like they say; ignorance is bliss.