Before this, I always said I was in a specific period of my life, but in reality, I had been in the previous period all along. That is, that previous chapter of my life hadn’t ended yet. I was at its end, but it wasn’t over.

Through a plan, I put myself under the most intense psychological pressures to forcibly finish everything and enter that period I had been talking about for a long time and waiting for.

Now I am inside that period. A place where I need to change many things. Obstacles that at first, second, third glance, and beyond seem impossible. But like every other impossible thing, they must be solved. That is, there is no way but resolution.

With this process, I am moving toward two years of stillness. Compulsion. On the other hand, absolute loneliness also tickles me. I have even reached the stage where a person refers to their unfinished self before a certain age, and after that age, their finished self.

One shouldn’t grow old so soon. It’s really not fair. I am just beginning to understand how things really add up.