It's been a good weekend for nostalgia. I just wish everything else in the world wasn't a trash fire.
Irrationally annoyed at the resident. Puzzled about the other brother. And how time elapses and expectations wax and wane. More sure.
I'm actually pretty good at consistency these days. A quiet steadiness that is rooted in something I have yet to unearth in myself.
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