The summer is winding down now. Yes, it will still be hot for quite some time...until October, and maybe further, given the latest trends in climate, but summer as a mindset, as a way of living, is winding down.
It has been like waking up from a long, vivid, cohesive dream.
There are still gaps, still trouble in recollecting the entirety. What was I doing here? What did I say? What has happened to my mind?
The places I've been, the people I've seen...it seems like an eternity has passed. As I said before, the heat slows us down. And time is only of the senses. I've been through several warps actually, and I think they have twisted my mind in ways it has not been twisted before.
And it feels fresh and unnerving at the same time.
This dream meant something. A metamorphisis maybe. Or maybe it didn't mean anything. Maybe it was another timeless summer to be remembered in the later years.
There were dreams within the dreams. Equally unnerving, equally fresh.
There was so much to say, yet so little to write. Pieces locked away forever.
The real question is where to go from here? What to do? The world has become a complicated place. But in a way, it is the same. I can't yet grasp why. In maturity.
I'm more than ready for the cold.
