People pick flowers and make memories with loved ones during a cosmo festival held at the Nabatame Cosmos Field in Mashiko Town, Japan. [source]
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People pick flowers and make memories with loved ones during a cosmo festival held at the Nabatame Cosmos Field in Mashiko Town, Japan. [source]
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Actually, no, I don't think that friendships dropping like flies in your late 20s and early 30s because no one has time for that between overwork and family obligations and marriage and kids and partners and the ritual of the time slayer is normal and ok. No I don't think deep conversations and spontaneous adventures being replaced with a tired coffee every six months is a normal part of growing up. I don't think that emotional intimacy and soul bonds disintegrating in the face of practical inconvenience is a fact of life. I think that means something is deeply deeply wrong with our society and I will never forgive it for the friends I've lost
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— David Foster Wallace, The Truth With A Whole Lot Of Rhetorical Bullshit Pared Away, as found in The History of Cognitive Overload
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