missed opportunities rambling.

One of Chekov’s famous works is a trilogy of short stories sharing the familiar aching of missed opportunities; a lesson always dragging towards shore, a little too slow and out of tide. Anything tangled up into three’s makes my head spin. That can be choked up to my obsessive-compulsive disorder, the mathematical orgasm of prime …

when the sun reached its highest point.

Its a Friday, I think. I haven't updated on here in a long while. I could update my life in a chronological order of everything important that's happened, but that sounds boring and I've given up measuring my life in ordinary milestones that hold nothing but societal meaning to me. So here's the past however …