My printer is out of black ink. I have three books to print and I can't, because my printer is out of black ink. What am I supposed to do now?
I'd write, but my writing lately has been crap. I'd draw, but it's been ages; I'm afraid of what'll come out. I'd go out and buy more ink, but I've just quit my job and my bank account is in the red.
A whole lot of buts. I'm on the road to failure.
But Paris isn't supposed to be the city of failure. It's supposed to be more than that, something else, tho I don't know what. But not failure.
How did I get this far, this far down this road, this road to failure?
Things are on that downturn again. Perhaps something good is around the corner once again.
Or maybe I just need to get my hands on some black ink.
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