Status Updates From Morning in the Burned House

no estic gens modo poesia i m'està costant per si no es nota

"and you realized for the first time in your life that you would be old some day, you would some day be as old as you are now"

mata'm

“.. Why do I remember it as sunnier
all the time then, although it more often
rained, and more birdsong?
I could hardly wait to get
the hell out of there to
anywhere else. Perhaps though
boredom is happier. It is for dogs
or groundhogs. Now I wouldn’t be bored…”