Is it just me, or is it weird to think that someday today will be the past? I probably won't even remember this day specifically. It was pretty unremarkable. In the future it will be a part of the mishmash of days that merge into a sense of a feeling about the days between break up and move out, or the months following my 29th birthday, or the struggle of climbing up my own career ladder.
Right now it all feels so present and eternal.
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