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“…But the echo that runs through the day… that echo beyond time, anguish, or caress. Are we near to our conscience, or far from it? These are words I don’t understand. Conscience…”
Been researching the effects of French Existentialism on the works of Richard Wright. Wish I could say I looked like Anna while doing so, but alas, I am instead over-caffeinated, under employed, and wearing sweatpants. Ah, well.