May 15, 2025

Days are born and die before I can make anything out of them. That's just a poetic excuse for my laziness. Lately, most of my time has been work, slow, agonizing, monotonous. Once I break free what's left of the day slips away so quickly I don't even realize it. It's only during that space that I can try to find meaning and pursue creative, personal projects. But still I wonder, if I had all the time in the world, would I really use it properly, or would I just find new excuses to not do anything at all?