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This day I stitch myself to the reality.
To the old masts, to the screams of the seagulls, to the tender cherry blossoms that are shyly waking up on the branches.

Each year chews through me as I chew through it. I started seeing importance in small everyday victories, although I feel I’m stuck on the greater scale of things and I can’t find the momentum to break free and move forward. Maybe it’s time to accept that there is no momentum, no wave to carry yourself, that I’m on my own.

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This time of year I find myself in the same adulting dilemma as usual: that I need to invest a lot of resources in the things I’d rather never have to deal with, but it’s not up to me to decide. And it’s especially hard to scramble for momentum in this.

Do I feel old? No.
Do I feel something in the lines of the tears‑in‑the‑rain monologue? Yes, sometimes, when talking to locals.
Do I feel broken? Yes, aren’t we all?

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I’m stumbling inside myself in the dark trying to find - to feel - for a new weapon of chance. I hope it turns out to be something useful.

Happy birthday to me.

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