This thing destroys intelligence. Real. This is a museum, this is an antique.
Just by looking at this thing, you can tell that three years ago we were a very idealistic person, thinking that we were awesome and could do everything neatly.
Of course the result is a P. Always.
The copy doesn't move. At least it shows that I still "want" to pursue a career in literature and art.
September is always full of bad luck. December has always left a deep impression on me. On that day, what happened, and what kind of conversations there were, I can recall it as if it were the scene the next day.
Although I still remember the days clearly, the years are passing by.
It's like, there is a December 5th every year that we can remember, but that year, there are only 366 days.
My memory of time has diminished horribly. "Forgetting" is a long-term and complicated project, and like life, it goes through reincarnation without giving up.