Fallen yellow leaves, staining the branches above from emerald to gold. Sweat of fasting, and Latin lessons at 7 in the morning. Malus malus. It's not just a few. It's systemic. Regarding Others' admissions of joy with suspicion. Letter after letter squinted at with curmudgeonly eyes. The ability to be happy for other peoples' mono no aware wasn't lost somewhere along the way. It was never taught. A priest inside my head condemns and converts, endlessly. Trying to drown my ego with forest bathing. The obscurity on the horizon has been well-earned.
11:46 a.m. - 2019-12-11
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