the land of what will never be
Don’t wish. Don’t start.
Wishing only wounds the heart.
random walk through spacetime
I’ve been thinking a lot about the trajectory of my life lately. I haven’t really come with any good answers, and I feel like I’m working against the ever-ticking clock for some reason. It seems like the only time I can really make definitive decisions is when I’m put on the spot. Otherwise I just end up ruminating endlessly over increasingly worn-down ideas without ever coming to a conclusion.
And, neither here nor there, it occurs to me that I’ve been lonely for a long time. Maybe numbness is not the worst thing to be feeling these days.