This hv been the slowest reading month for me yet

My boy wore a gray turtleneck and thought he did something

One day, I'm going to run into the snow
I'll breathe fresh air, and it'll feel very cold

That day, I won't guard myself anymore
Will live it all... with me alone

One night, there will be no walls around me
I'll run into the wild, and let it feed on me

I’m gonna spend 2025 reading books and thinking about them.

Yesterday marked the 72nd year of waiting for Godot.
I'm glad the development is going slightly faster nowadays.