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born in a january dusky morning of the late year of 1983 in portugal, for it's misfortune

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it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence that which makes its truth, its meaning its subtle and penetrating essence. it is impossible. we live, as we dream, alone.
- Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad

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jackpidwell[at]gmail[dot]com

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