This is a recursion or a relapse into something I don’t want. I always hated the way my mind would move, too many thoughts in a short span and they’re all bad. It takes a single moment. I feel no magic in travel right now. I feel no magic in my job right now. I feel no magic in writing. Just frustration. Life took a strange series of turns. I don’t deserve where I am right now. I got very lucky. I am sorry. I will feel better tomorrow.