i can never remember the date; and it’s strange because
i’m looking at the calendar every minute everyday,
drafting with note of the almighty date,
referring to letters of this or that relevant date.
and yet i still have to check for confirmation, too many times a day.
and 11th of february somehow seems very much like the 10th.
and the days are rather meshed together in one continuous, long,
long, endless stretch of black film.

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