London, Sisyphus.. and my legs hurt

Dear future historian,

My legs ache so bad..

I walked so much yesterday. And I totally forgot that I haven't walked much after the lock-down. I just assumed my walking skills were waiting for me (and the World) to be ready. So it was kind of a surprise when I woke up today and every step hurts even more than the last one.

'The rent of existence,' like to be alive you can't just 'buy your stats' and then just put them on the side, expecting them to wait for  you, whenever you feel like it (feel like running, waking for miles in a day.. living again among people, etc.)

It's like you need to keep paying rent, or a tax or something, constantly, or the 'stats' are reduced, maybe even taken away.

Poem: If all the MEs

If all the MEs that spend the night alone could meet.. we'd have the best night ever! 

It would be a hot-summer, full-moon, clear-sky night.

We'd talk about ideas, ask for advice, do different things to our hair, watch a movie..

We'd laugh and weep and sing..

If all the MEs ever met.. maybe the World would come to an end.

It would still be a great night though!

And then I'm thinking..

Maybe happiness isn't to have someone every night to spend with..

Maybe happiness is to be in such harmony with your selves.. that if you ever met your YOUs.. it would be the best night ever!

I love the Moon

Dear future historian,

I have to travel to London in 2 days. During a pandemic!

Like, what if the Doctor was coming with the Tardis, and she landed in London during the Black death, or something. 

It's like..