That's it for a long time again.
I'm tired of this thing. It has grown stale.
It is summer again. Hot and miserable and slow, but constructed of a sprawling chain of strange, significant experiences that can slightly or dramatically alter one's trajectory.
They are always like that.
It is at night that it all happens anyways. And the on the next day you wake up at 1 and think, god, the day is already half wasted. But in the summer, it has barely begun. You'd only be lying around hot and sweating and not wanting to do anything anyways.
It is hard to get used to.
