I’m not done yet, it doesn’t matter if I cannot connect. What will be, shall engulf. And in two days, I’ll be no different than I am now and for once there will be no shame. No turning leaves for a small prize. No summarizing half truths. No stopping at face value explanations and giving meaning to meaningless things. Because that row of planners couldn't predict an hour. With rejuvenation scattered for miles and miles and miles. The faith in myself has been the only straight frame. Nothing is certain but certain things are worth it. So countdown slow and let the record play. Your calendar is just an effigy.