Yet my soul remains frozen in those bygone days, utterly unable to transform itself the way my actual life has. Intuitively, I can always sense the past lurking all around me.
Sometimes, all it takes is for me to close my eyes, and my memory immediately pivots back along its old path, casting the entirety of today’s real world to the wayside. So many tragic memories, so much pain that my heart had long told itself to let go of, end up easily jolted awake by seemingly random associations. They spring up unpredictably from the most trivial, fragmented, and meaningless details imaginable in this endless succession of days, days so bland, tedious, and sickeningly peaceful.





















