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Winter doesn’t look like winter for me. So was the autumn. Seasons are just passing by, or is it me passing by the seasons? I just don’t feel them, and I can’t catch the mood. I live in my own microcosm which has its own weather, inhabitants, micro events and such.

I can’t do a chronicle. Life’s going too fast, too intensive. It’s because we’re young, bold, and full of energy and we don’t want to look back. I want to capture all of the moments, all of the faces, smiles, events, conversations, but by the morning it’s all scattered. You forget what you felt yesterday, and while you try to reminiscent, everything is gone.

And a new day is born.