Time rolls. Twenty seasons had passed, and things seem unchanged, yet... landscape was no longer the same.
I felt so old. I felt so gross. Not that being old is gross, but it is, a complicated feeling. I did push myself towards a direction that I intended and wanted to go, however I had missed out on observing things that I used to be very obsessed about.
I guess I'm doing good? Subtly fighting for equality and visibility, stopping ignorance and stupidity among privileged groups.
I don't know what and how am I supposed to feel. Good, or perhaps bad? Too many things flied inbound towards my body yesterday.
2011/03/16
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