There must be some kind of void in your life, as there is in mine. One of those voids you can only fill with memories. Recently I am overrun by memories, I can think to nothing but my past, my childhood.
The present unexists, the future isn't even barely conceivable. What's happening and why? The places and people of my deepest past should look like statues on the bottom of a lake now, instead they appear to me like the light that shines on top while I swim slowly underwater.
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