There isn't so much wrong with this point in my life that it won't be a time I could never be nostalgic about, and wish to return to. But there is enough wrong with it that it has led me to think towards a year prior, when things were different. Society was being damaged with the effects of a devastating global pandemic, but according to a sentimental portrayal in a message I just sent, it was “the best year of my life”. I feel like my head, my heart and the clock have damaged each other with the effects of their desires, but according to an unsentimental portrayal in an answer I'll give tomorrow “my weekend was good, thanks”. Everything can and will change just as fast as it does slow.