It was an odd feeling. The same faces, the same office, the same streets. Having my life, as it was some two months ago, miraculously “restored” as if nothing has changed. As if someone has pressed the fast-forward button, and here I am again.
And just as quickly, the days have flown by. I leave the morning after tomorrow. It will be a while before I am here again. If I do. But life is a difficult beast to predict, so there lies my final consolation. One day. Perhaps. Maybe.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
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