update

so november came and went and it’s december, and i try to keep track of the days, and i look back on my organiser with all its boxes filled with scribbles and i suppose i must have had fulfilling engaging times but it all melts into a blur in the end. sometimes i wish i could hide under my kotatsu (table heater) safe and single and solitary– but no, it’s no good. we must go into the world some time.