15 minutes to book in. I should be writing something short (which i might actually..) heh.. There's so much to write about, yet there's just too little time.
Too many events occuring at critical timings that seem so.. disordered. Perhaps.. i should be more tactful.. but i.. i'm engulfed by my research. There's just so much knowledge to absorb at the moment; there's not much to heed about the sensitivities.. I'm rather lost.. but i've decided to tread upon this path of life of which i might lose my sanity to. The conduct of my research has reached a stage where i'm no longer able to reverse the flow of time (not literally, but yes..)
"Repristination" was written so that i could.. reverse the fate of spilt milk.. that of shattered glass; that of burnt food.. anything.. any change that would seem or is irreversible.. And now.. I've finally been able to apply that to myself.. yet.. the more i dwell within the revival of a past happiness, i start to sense the road back to the present collapse on itself. There was no way back. I've treaded on a road of no return.
I must go.. at least to pursue the life in the past.. at least to live than die in the present.