Sometimes the thought is enough to push us over the edge. To lose everything in a blinding
moment of passion. Afterwards, we think back and wonder how it happened. Sometimes there simply
are no answers. The narratives shift with each telling. There are no absolutes. There is no
good in the world, just shades of evil.

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What to do
What to say
What to wear on a sunny day
Who to phone
Who to fight
Who to dance with on a Sunday night

Reaching the very edge, you know
Reaching the very edge
Going to the other side this time
Reaching the very edge

-David Bowie
The Pretty Things Are Going to Hell
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