It seems that every day almost floats by like a dream. I wake up only to go back to work again. It amazes me that when I pause: most of my working life amounts to nothing, even though I've helped and still help many people all over the world, and sometimes not so much. Despite this, the things I can genuinely remember are things outside of work. Things that are recent and, i.e. in the moment things, I remember. Otherwise work is a blur. A busy blurry mess. Like shitting, and realizing there is no toilet paper in the bathroom.
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