I never expected one day that space would shut down, where I first started. All my past, or almost all, was there. All the pictures, though some were deleted long ago, made all my memories just rush out, drowning me. “Memory is a wonderful thing if you don’t have to deal with the past.” Who said that? I have no idea. Must be a sentimental movie. But that’s so right that it’s just disturbing and pathetic when I tried to look back at my messy past which I hate to deal with. It’s hard to say whether I’ve changed a lot or not, since every time I looked at my photos I saw the incumbent me. Wierd, sin’t it?
I shouldn’t idling around and writing this nonsense with more than 200 pages of Policy Paradox to read and a memo to write.
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