Sunsets at 24

Watching the sunset standing on the terrace of a house located in the city, with all its activity around me is...does it do me more harm than...it confuses me, brings contradictory thoughts...reminds me of things...remembrance was not the primary thing in my thoughts only a few years back, rather, it was a curiosity for the future, mixed with some kind of hope, if only unreasonable, but the hope saw me through a lot of things, things that I can better handle now, not because I've become more...but because I'm better able to foresee and avoid them.

I'm too young to have memories, what do you do with memories? With the feeling constantly at the back of your mind that there's a place that you could go back to, or that there are lost things you could have kept if you had...or if things had turned out a bit...I didn't realize that the unrestrained drunkenness of childhood would be so exactly matched by this unrelenting hangover of this adult...how long would it last? Is there a cure? Is that the right analogy? Is it right to understand things in terms of analogies? Do things happen unrelated...is life really a story? What if you don't try to understand your life as a continuous narrative? Is there a danger of...does it keep you...what really happens when people lose grip of...can you become so uncertain of everything that you don't even feel like writing a complete...because it gives an illusion of...as if things had a closure?

Does free will include the privilege to turn it off once in a while? Is it a privilege or a forced...is it implemented in humans by making everything so brutally random that it would appear to them that they had a part to play in their...in what happens...in what...a randomness so complete...or so incomplete...that one could choose to see things any way one wanted to?

Innocent things like sunsets have become loaded with a lot of other...sunset is not even a thing, but it has become a thing and it takes a moment to step back and realize this. It is almost impossible to see it as a natural...as something with nothing to do with your...how long a sleep would it take to get back...the tide of life today seems to be so hurried that it takes you to a new...before you've had the time to...as if it were motion for motion's sake, speed for speed's sake...a race to greedily check off as many things as possible in the span of...regardless of how well you...each of those individual things. How long would it take me merely to pose the problem properly, let alone find an answer?