Chalk it up to experience, but this day
has been one of the dreariest I’ve had
in a long time, the more I tried to cast
my mind into a positive stance, the worse
the pain in my heart, I tried to reach for
better-feeling thoughts; but the feelings
were determined by Pratchett’s sad end
to Moving Pictures, couldn’t lift myself out
of the doldrums, couldn’t get the fog to lift
in my head, all remained enfolded within a
cloud of despondency – all because Pratchett
destroyed the Discworld’s moving picture
industry in his book, I can’t stand
such cynicism...
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