Twenty22

A collection of thoughts in 2022, I may come back to look at these soon.

See ya, x

November 22
The wind blows the rain to the core, making the fool who went out without enough layers...

December 22
Twenty two is in the last run, all that rains is festivity and party, present and feasts,...

Twenty23
Wobbling, perhaps even stumbling into this new year, without much of a plan other than an...

Twenty24
As I allocate the server space to the unordered thoughts of the year I hope that,...

Twenty25
A new jumble of words trying to prove I have stuck to the new year resolutions I have...