i’ve been back for more than a year. my blog is named after my love for this city. but i think i wonder what is it i love about this place.

the lonely days and nights i spend in my room, wasting my life away watching youtube or watching films. the few moments each day i spend outside, only in passing and on the way to places that are quieter.

what happened to those good memories? the times when i bowled for 10 straight games (not frames). when we spent hours jamming until the late night. strolling in the park in its precious quietness and darkness.

is it just what it means to be a pastor?

or maybe what it means to grow old?

the loneliest years of my life.

maybe i just go day by day, keeping myself busy, tricking myself into thinking it’s all okay.

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