ah shit, here we go again
29 has been a strange year. In many ways it was just the same as all the others. In other ways it was different. Wins and losses. Ups and downs. Acts of god and spiritual epiphanies. Why would I want to be anyone else?
Wars and rumours of wars. Death. Birth. Life.
Aging. Sometimes like wine; sometimes like milk.
Nature in action. Nature in action.
Music. Gnashing of teeth and crying. Laughing. Poems and the loud hum of industrial machines. Farming. Mining.
Everything’s the same. Everything’s different.
And the world turns. And the world turns.