


at the point of writing this i am officially convinced that time is a construct and its structure relies entirely upon our perception of it, because how else can you explain that the last 2 weeks have already passed? correction: how can i explain the last 2 weeks have even happened? after having (allegedly) spent 14 days in a love bubble, completely away from all my earthly responsibilities, being back feels worse than a molly crush. having to go from days and nights surrounded by affections and care, back to the mundane tasks of the everyday life, to confusing work and a still unsorted room, to dealing with spendings and health issues, has applied a tight know on my chest that i’ve been trying to unravel the whole day. i hope you’ve been well and are keeping safe!