There's been a certain gloominess I can't shake, but despite that, I feel calm. I don't know exactly where it's coming from. I'm not sure how well I'd be able to think my way out of it. It seems like life really has just become a regimen of thought, which while I'm not displeased by in and of itself, does make time seem like it's going by a lot slower. Pretty much every person over the age of forty I've talked to about getting older says the same thing: the older you get, the faster time flie...
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