These are the towers of a church I like to stare at. I spend a certain quantity of time every week sitting at a table in the open area of the Greek Department, simply because it's nice to look up once and again and see the sky and churches as opposed to the library where it's slightly stuffy, as much as I love it.
I tell everyone who listens that I love what I do, which is true, but sometimes I feel like topping myself because it's so incredibly depressing. This past weekend, apart from spazzing because of Franz Ferdinand and skyping for ages, I've read descriptions of how people were killed, raped or tortured. Letters by those who did it, ending with "I embrace you tenderly".
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