Day 27

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This was a day that I didn't really want to be in; gray, rudderless, tired. So I fell into a book. Whether you measure your life's ups and downs over the course of weeks or years, there are always going to be dips where you feel so low you don't even bother remembering what the good days feel like. The only comfort for these days (or weeks or years) is to know that it will all pass. All of it. So I'm riding through it in a world that someone else made up: Bloodletting and Miraculous Cures by Vincent Lam