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jan 20th. rain. it's a typical situation. me sitting here staring into the abyss of my mind hoping that when i finally snap out of it, the lab report would have somehow magically written itself.

an hour or two. stuck. then i start thinking about all the good times, those happy memories, those that i can go back to and reminisce about in times like these. what defines our lives? i think it's characterized by a collection of recollections. recollections. funny word. it's what you remember at the end of the day, wouldn't you agree?

imperfect knowledge. it's always the lack of information, either from not paying attention or from people who choose not to share that information. and by the time you get around to that piece of information, it often would've been of no value anymore.

and then there's disappointment. just, disappointment. and finally comes the overture: somewhere, someone hits rewind, followed by play.


+listening to: long black veil by johnny cash