and today i watched amelie again and it still is as beautiful as it was 6 months, half a year ago in another time another night on another saturday and another ten pm.

“Ever remembered how time passed ever so slowly when you were a child and then you suddenly become fifty? And all that is left of your childhood fits nicely into a little box”

yes, i do.

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and today (now), marks the final teacher’s day i will ever celebrate in my life just as this year has been the last year for many other things. mr perry and his bow, mr miles humming to the fall of the world’s own optimist, mr barnard with a gigantic fist to my chin with my arms around him and mr burge with a sword through his head. one day i shall post the images online and it is decidedly sad that all that is left of this aspect of my childhood would fit nicely into a transient unphysical post.