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Having to compare and contrast the past with a present that continuously regresses. When can I escape? These buddhist… one forgets.

I have had a long day. I can’t remember how long. It was long. It was insidiously long. I want to think nothing of it. To think of nothing. Nothing that has to do with today. I wait for the evening. It’s here. It illuminates the empty room with a permeating darkness. I feel somehow warm in this. I weep and the slowness of the tears lulls me to sleep.