This last week has been quite eventful, and it all went down against the backdrop of a close friend’s wedding. In the taxi to the airport, where all things begin travel wise (before then, the day does not yet feel like a travel day to me), I wrote the following:
Like a time trial in old arcade racing games, time is always running out, and the only way to survive is to go all out to reach the next checkpoint. Failure leads to death, to reach the checkpoint merely prolongs the pursuit of our ultimate goal that somehow does and does not come any closer
Perhaps I should have already known in that moment that the week would take a different path than what I had planned and expected for it. Not, as I keep repeating to others, worse - different.
Published on February 25, 2024