October 18th 2021
Today’s entry shouldn’t be tiredly typed by fading fingers observed by closing eyes. It should be painstakingly crafted in ink.
It should be hand-written in that physical diary which I keep for entries that can’t go on the blog.
It should be a postmarked letter in a wax-sealed envelope.
And it will be. In some way. Some day.
Until tomorrow, and it should be only for you.