Defragmentation

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Fall is here.

The falling leaves whisper something to me. A message. Words of encouragement? A warning?

Yet we move forwards and onwards. That's all we truly know, fortunately. No reflection, no revision.

It's been so long since we've seen each other. Like, months. All of them months. It's so strange to see you, we shouldn't exist.

Concise statements? Are you crazy man? All there is are fragments. Of time, of space, of memory. Tiny, bland, boring pieces. No one can differentiate them.

But nothing ever ends! Don't worry, we'll be there soon. I see, rather, feel it. Somewhere, far away. But it's there.

Winter is coming.