Younger, one is just obsessed with the symbolic significances attached to the days. Or rather, more conclusively, the actual trickling of the day itself, until it has transferred to the physical signals bearing some of the remnants of the substance that passed- the numbers. Mathematics and data, hard ground things which should never had borne on oneself, one just can't find more meaning in them.
The spaces of the calendar being filled, so much so they are not singular anymore, scattered all over the place.
Recently, some things have happened which made them crowd and aggregate.
In numerical, not necessarily chronological order:
19/02-
06/03- If one could, one would post photos and photos of this day, every year of this day
05/07
07/07
27/07?
31/07
09/10
04/11
It is a hard fact, that it is increasing, there will never be a point of conclusion. It depends on how one decides to deal with them, irrevocably adhered to one's life.
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