a little fence of alphabet...

The moment is a little past 9 pm on a Monday night, and the purpose is an escape from the drudgery of work and classes. The afternoon rain today brought peace and life to an otherwise parched existence hovering on the edge of madness. And as if that isn't enough, what a lot of bullshit from someone who hopes to sell you an insurance plan; if you ever come across one of them, I advise you to walk straight on in the other direction.

Writing in the cloak of darkness is a wholly new sensation. The dull white noise from the television set outside serves as a lullaby, and while I struggle to stay awake, my words come fast and easy, my mind having a mind of its own and writing its thoughts down onto the screen in front of me. What I write is for myself, for me to consume, but at the same time it is also for you, who are reading this at once and not at all, you who are now at least unknown to me, but who nevertheless exist in the future and always.

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