Rainy Portland lives up to its name these days.
Life is not bad, nor good. Optimism? Not present. My health is declining, and my Thesis has not been going well: I haven’t been able to run any experiments fully in 4 weeks now due to cell contaminations.
China, I miss. Family… bonds. Makes me notice the sad truth: Not much to say… not many people to say things to.
Questions questions questions questions questions…………………………………………………………
International environmental law… not for me?
Pure love… exists only in fictions?
The future… what is it for? WHO is it for?
All I can see is the rain, through the sheet of rain… a feeling of inner decay that the rain cannot seem to wash away.
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