According to my computer (not according to my blog), here ware, it’s September 1st. That doesn’t change anything for me, but it’s an upsetting symbol. I feel like it’s just one more train I’m missing. Of course, that’s a bit silly, and it’s perfectly expected that I wouldn’t have done anything constructive out of my summer, since it’s been the same for everyone else. And also since early August was way too hot to think. And since my summer wasn’t that useless—in fact, it was a step I needed to go through for what’s to come (or not). But I’m still there, nothing changed, and there are only four months left to the end of the year, which makes it quite a bit hopeless. Even if I change my reference: there are five months and six days left to the end of my twenty-seventh year. And then… then I’m twenty-eight and nothing changes, but I’ll be that closer to the age when everything will be lost and it’ll be too late to do anything. Right now I’m heading toward that one small step at a time. Alright, it’s an old topic, I’ve got nothing new to write about it today, but I just wanted to lament a bit over lost time. Insert here a stupid closing pun that I can’t really translate into English. Or maybe I could, but it’s 6am now so I can’t.
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