Anyways.

I had been away from here, and while I was away, I hoped nothing much would happen. Four hours have passed but the water hasn’t dried, not completely. The puddle has reduced from ten inches wide to four inches wide. In another couple of hours, I won’t be able to see my reflection in the ground. I read few pages of a regular story of a wonderland not any less damned than the heads of these people running this world. But I read it anyways. I ate anyways and drank a little. Now isn’t the time to lose my consciousness, and if I do, then this time too shall pass. It will anyways.

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