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Friday, 24 April 2020

Floaty, flighty fatalist

it's been a while now. time passes in a daze – of sorts. I get through the day, zoned out. was I present today? I'm not sure.

i'm sleepy. but there are things to be done. and I might not wake up in time to do them. but I will wake – or will I?

If I don't, the parents will be the first to find me. I wonder who'll open this laptop ... find this blog. If I die today, will I die without regrets? What would I regret?

How come the Gospel doesn't amaze us? 

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