The story has ended long ago, but they are still there.
I accidentally poked at a column that has been unused for a long time, because when I got up, I went through dozens of unwritten old debts in my notebook - those fantasies about the magic era were sleeping in pieces in the chapters, as if the moment when forgetfulness was lifted, the memory returned to the world I loved deeply: kind, true and detailed. The greasy and the fresh, the lovely ordinary and the moving immortality... I used to complain that my favorite authors cheated on stories, dropped books out of the window, and my colleagues who cried and laughed together crawled away and screamed for another world. Suddenly I felt that I finally logged into the forum and ended up forgetting not only the password but also the ID. I had no intention of being unhappy about this.
After all, I climbed up and opened this article, which is more like "Wish for the Day". There is nothing in it except fragments (hey) - if you have the chance and don't dislike it, just... Take a look?