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I wrote some stuff about my day and then I figured that its kind of boring (you didn't want to know how long I played Myst, or what heartwrenching creative struggle my next measly opus entails, did you?) So I am going to write about my future. It's going to be glorious. There will be a pine tree in the front yard, and on the holidays we will decorate it, and rig it with lights. My study will look out into the world and the windows will be filled with open sky. In the evenings and afternoons we will take a break from life and sit on the porch. We'll talk sometimes, and sometimes we will count the cars going by, and sometimes look off into the distance and think. We will think freely, but only noble thoughts, whether happy or sad. And time will move without hurry, with nothing to hurry to but the end of time. And I won't feel ashamed, and I won't feel stupid, and, and...I will have things figured out.
Or it could be different. I actually don't know. I can't see the future. This is a wish fulfillment post.
Or it could be different. I actually don't know. I can't see the future. This is a wish fulfillment post.