I am still searching, not for the meaning of life, but for my own self. Somehow, I am also walking forward in a particular direction as a form of self-punishment. Still, time (and space) waits for no one, especially for me. So I just have to keep walking.

Hopefully, this record captures a minimum amount of pages of the life that potentially expires in several decades (hopefully) while I walk forward. Hopefully I do not end up looking downwards all the time though, something that I noticed a lot of my peers do.



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