2025.11.30
It feels strange to post on here. There is the desire to recap everything that has happened, but there is an equal desire to anonymize this blog as much as possible, to that extent, even to delete it. November is indeed the cruelest of months, but we have endured and lived to see its end once more. I have been writing, again. Going as far as to send in submissions to journals. Even this post has a different rhythm compared to entries from the past. I am such a different person but when I browse through old posts I still see so much of that young man in myself today. I ache for him, I dislike him, I can't imagine being him, I want to be him again. Such is life, I suppose.









