Nothing seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me, drawing me into some great past life buried somewhere deep in my subconscious, if only I could find the key..if only..if only. Ever since my illness, my condition, I've been trying to find some logical way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.
Ian Curtis (2014). “So This is Permanence: Joy Division Lyrics and Notebooks”, p.24, Faber & Faber
