having one of my moments where i'm allowing time to drag myself forward, just going through the notions as necessary. everything else around me is moving on at the same time, not any faster and not any slower. sort of like we're moving together in a way so obligated it's almost compulsory. like the flow of a stream, branched from the main river of life, in which all of us are suspended in

well for one, i never would have expected myself to feel this way now of all times, in the middle of my holidays. yet i suppose the dawning prospect of what's to come is, as always, inevitable