Some days are happy. Some sad. Some just sort of “there”. All the days, they linger and mingle and merge into a vague recollection of the past, and a faint hope of the future. Days don’t feel like days anymore… the passage of time blurs and the edges merge into one long series of events. Time courses and curves and just goes along without any concern for what is happening in the process. And I… I drift along with it.