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it horrifies me the way time passes. how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. it had such an impact on me the first time I read it a few days ago I can’t stop thinking about it. I’ve been revisiting some of my favorite books lately, not being interested enough or inspired to read anything new. not inspired, motivated, driven. call it what you want. I am focusing on my work as well as personal projects, but something is missing. I stay wide awake at night, over-thinking because I seem to be unable to find the way out of here.
day time central area in hong kong affects me in an unpleasant way. I am always forced to think about someone I shouldn’t even remember anymore, let alone hold close to my heart. it is absolutely insane that all this time has passed already, but I haven’t moved on. not even an inch.
how can one be nostalgic for something they never even had to begin with?
May 20, 2013