3 years of what?
3 years of something.
3 years of knowing less and less than I did the previous 3 years
Although aging seems to be objectively speaking undeniable
But it’s all a blur. A meandering, mercurial blur.
Or maybe millions and millions of micromoments of blur that somehow accumulated to form 3 years.
And what have I to show for it?
A new driver’s license in a new state I cannot imaging living in.
3 years of living in such a state.
I’m trying to think of all of things that I could have made happen in 3 years, but chose not to, even when they could have been in my self-interest.
3 years of living in a self I am really not interested in knowing.
3 years of time I could have spent with you instead.
but how would you ever know that?