you know, i used to think that its always sunny above the clouds.

even in night time, if you could somehow penetrate the dark void in the sky, i thought where would be light.

now that i know that day is day, and night is night, I still imagine a clear blue world above that pitch black ceiling with shining holes which the water spill out.


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Dexter says he cannot write any blogposts as he does not have inspirations. I told him he was going dumber, now he says he'll write something just to prove me wrong.

i am waiting eagerly, Dexter.