Saturday, December 10, 2016


Even my autopilot is on autopilot. I'm in a state of permanent exhaustion but that's not as bad as it sounds because it makes time fly really fast and that is more than welcome. I'm not clinging to the illusion that all that is bad will be buried in 2016 and life in 2017 will be all wine and roses. It isn't next year that I’m looking forward to but next spring and summer, next outburst of life, next season of hope.


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