the little lies we tell ourselves

to make it through the day.

a personal collection of small things
which inspire me to remain alive in a cruel world.
works of art and artifice; little lies.

Friday 3 June 2011
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Everything that was ours, simply because it was once ours, even those things we merely chanced to live with or see on a daily basis, becomes part of us.
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet