unlike myself, i engage in yet another atypical version of events

Come on, sweetheart. You know what happens one hour from now. You know what happens 20 minutes from now. You know what that shift meant. Did you notice it? There's a point, past which, as you know yourself, you won't go back.

I have long stopped regretting anything, I tell myself. And it's true, I feel no regret. A little bit of disbelief, confusion, maybe shock, but no regret. The world is, as it always is, as it is. And here I am, in it.

It's funny how little I know after so much proximity.

Despite any appearances, this is on an entirely different subject than my last post.