Life has been pretty harsh lately. It’s actually been harsh for quite some time now, but it just seems to be getting even worse. In times like these, I try to find solace in any sort of escapism. I don’t want this to be real. I’d rather have something else be real. Anywhere but here. Anytime but now. Really.

These past few days have been different, though. It felt like I was on holiday, but I never actually went anywhere. I didn’t consume any intoxicating drugs or anything like that. What went on in my apartment was just different than what usually occurs. Nothing much usually occurs. But a lot happened in the past 72 hours. And I was happy.

All good things must come to an end, I suppose. And so I’m waking up from this glorious dream. I’m falling from a lofty precipice. The credits are rolling. Back to normal. Maybe not completely. Things may have actually changed. That’s of very little consolation right now. I’m suffering from the withdrawal. What other worlds can I escape to? I don’t want to be left here. I don’t want to be left behind.

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