Nostalgia for different periods return in different cycles. Perhaps I’m it
is because there's a seed that was planted in me back then that has yet to
bloom. It is also possible to feel the nostalgia for the present, of the
period I am still living in.
Maybe sometimes let things be a blur, an incomprehensible noise. Maybe
sometimes you shouldn’t think.
Regularly doing something you are bad at without hope of getting
better.
Quotes from from a journal by gome. It is rare to come across new
thoughts in the echo chambers we float in, so I also wrote them a thank you
email (though I don't know if it’ll reach them).