what a ride
An early train ride later, i felt forlorn.
There is so much to do, and i can't manage to focus on one task. Small errors find their way into things, and set of avalanches that force us back to the drawing board.
Tasks are being done reluctantly, due to the fear of making things worse.
Rest would be nice, or rather, being able to let time run its marathon, while minding one's own.
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