Symptom: the cinemas are shockingly empty and, suddenly, everyone (everything) seems to convey their (its) thoughts through secret smiles and spontaneous gestures of the arm or other limbs.
Cure: the best advice I've received about this condition is to recall that when alone, you are not alone. It has been recently published that in naming your flat (and/or finding its literary or Latin name--as opposed to its common name), you may see rapid improvement. Seek trees.
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The name of my old car, a beaten up SAAB 900, with a board of rust so evenly distributed along its lower parts that it looked like light oxblood-colored lace from a distance, was Hitch. Incidently, the name of my Vespa was Lill-Hitch (Small Hitch). Now, Hitch is gone to the scrapyard and Lill-Hitch got stolen last fall.
I used to adore being alone in cinema theatres, now, it's just alittle sad. Although I don't want to fall in to the nostalgic category of a cinema-theatre-hugger, I miss cinema's place in the contemporary popular culure, probably because it has been replaced by nill. Internet, this blog gloriously exlcuded, is a failed promise in more ways than people seem to remember from, oh, 5 years ago.
Hela lockelsen med att vara ANONYM ligger i att du vet vem det är ändå, och hela den grejen försvinner om det finns andra anonyma avsändare... lite löjligt.
Dear anonymous,
Your condition sounds very unique, and may match your oxblood-colored shoes that suit you very well. Yet, if you are so concerned that the too many people signing "anonymous" spoils the system, then perhaps you might meditate on your particular symptom, and name thine-self.
Each morning for a year, squeeze a half a lemon into a tall galss of room-temperature water and pour it over your new car to achieve the desired effect.
Yours,
doctorwild
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