Chapter 1: Embracing the Seasons

In the midst of the year, I find myself burdened by thoughts, or perhaps the absence of them. The sweltering heat drives me to distraction, yet I cherish the melancholy months that frame this journey. The fall, with its vibrant hues, is my favorite time; it is a season for renewal and growth. During this period, I form connections with joyous little birds and earn the right to navigate my own path.

The shadows of my past linger like bloodshot eyes, remnants of minor betrayals. When you become familiar with your own demons, you may find yourself befriending them. Days slip away like grains of sand on Copacabana Beach, evoking memories from my dreams. Time is relentless, and I am irked by how the clock continues its inevitable march forward.

The garments I wear masquerade as companions, their shiny, sparkly surfaces nothing more than illusions. These dazzling crystals appear to watch me, leaving no room for escape. I indulged in the whole purple cow in just three days—without regret,