There’s this little paragraph I wrote last March. I just like it and I’m just going to leave it here.
I’m sitting here right now and things are nice. It’s weird when things turn terrible and yet there’s the sun barely going down and its rays are hitting the room in the afternoon glow that I’ve always loved and I’m listening to music and I just feel okay. It’s a weird feeling because I don’t logically believe I have much of a reason to feel that way. I enjoy the optimism while it lasts, however, I apologize to my future self who will have to deal with the inevitable downward slope that will ensue in an indeterminate amount of time. “I’m so nostalgic for phases of my life often before they even get a chance to pass.”
“The LRC will be closing in thirty minutes.”