In 37 days I'll have been on this Earth for 36 years. Some of them have been incredibly long, and some of them so short and indistinguishable that I don't even remember them. Each of these years blends more and more into the last, in some sort of gradient that I've yet to understand. It's not going from dark to light, nor light to dark, but more of a constant shade of murky grey. Like when you imagine yourself lost at sea, with nothing around you but an ocean of brackish water which has no bottom and no end in sight. It just stretches on forever into the distance, endlessly... There are very few peaks and valleys to the tide, just a steady stream of meandering mediocrity. Nobody cares, particularly me. This is going nowhere...
