There are fragments of beauty starting to show up in my commutes back and forth across the Bay.
The BART station is beautiful on the Millbrae side because it's a vast hill and trees and it takes me home, and from the West Oakland station I can see the skyline and start to feel relief.
The point in life, regardless of how far-fetched it seems, is to possess some sort of fulfillment. I have been done with this empty life for years now. Soon, the skyline will be mine again.
Sleep well, dear reader.