Sitting alone in a darkened room writing an editorial for CN20 about the beginnings of the magazine. Music is playing in the background and I can feel the ghosts of the past dancing silently around me. I do my best to avoid their gaze. I hadnt realize wed lost so many of us. Despite a rising feeling of sadness and remorse, I need to force myself to get back to it as I have to finish this by morning. But I need to be careful though... or else this article is going to go to a very dark place. And we cant have that, can we?
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 11:11:58 +0000
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