25 August 2011

Salt, meet wound

Mental Health
"I think I can, I think I can," I whispered to myself, shouldering the heavy load and chugging up the hill. Gradually I became aware, in spite of my deep concentration, of a crowd of people gathering around on both sides, perhaps to admire my determination and stamina. Perhaps to cheer me on.
Well, and then I heard the guy say, "Get that lunatic off the tracks before a train comes!"

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