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It is what it is.
My body seems to be degrading every single day. Well, everybody is, but I do feel it now more than ever.
I started listening to full albums again. Precious times, too pure.
I hope to finish at least one book before this year ends.
Ciao.
出来損ない
出来そうもない
楽しむこと
仕事やめることうっかり落ちてく地獄に
ふと吸い込まれて つい転んで
納得いかない全てに
もう仕方なく身体を投げやるのです— シガレット by あいみょん
I walked a lot, and still doing it today and did it yesterday. I get back into reading as well. The body is very tired compared to riding a bike. I’ve gone to new places, including on a riverside.
When I’m finally naked and standing in the sunlight
I’ll look back at all of this selfishness and foolish pride
Laugh at myself
Laugh at myself
Laugh at myself
Laugh at myself
Laugh at myself
— Parking Lot by Mineral
I am writing this on a place where ocean waves are crashing, and there’s a sound of water from a small creek nearby. It all felt right. Yet, somehow, I need to get back a few hours later to doing things I quite despise now. That’s always been the case, and I want to stay where I am right now in time and space.
I am also getting a ~100kB/s speed using this phone with a very old modem at this place. I remember when I started digging around the internet, relying on 2G with 10-30kB/s. Those times were very precious for myself.
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