My thoughts are always scattered about, much like my entry frequency here. I don’t make an effort to write daily, as I just want a place to jot my scattered thoughts as they form.
Today is hazy, resulting in an odd ambiance. The whole day seems to have a scattered feel, and the haze outside just contributes. Today feels like multiple times, multiple days, multiple months, multiple seasons, multiple eras. It is spring and winter. March and November. Morning and evening. Modern day and 17th century.
It quite feels like a hole has been ripped in the space–time continuum, today.
Just an observation.
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