"What did you expect?" he murmured. "Time passes."
"That's how it goes," Ursula said, "but not so much."
When she said it she realized that she was giving the same reply that Colonel Aureliano Buendia had given in his death cell, and once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
I want pills that will make me feel good all the time.
"That's how it goes," Ursula said, "but not so much."
When she said it she realized that she was giving the same reply that Colonel Aureliano Buendia had given in his death cell, and once again she shuddered with the evidence that time was not passing, as she had just admitted, but that it was turning in a circle.
I want pills that will make me feel good all the time.
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eh.
but then again, wouldn't feeling good all the time make you forget how it feels to feel down? then feeling good would become...mundane.
you'd cease to feel GOOD bc you wouldn't remember why GOOD is so GOOD without BAD to remind you how GOOD it is.
you'd only exist, floating and unaware.
sounds pretty boring.