Wow. I just realized it's 2010. When did that happen! I'm pretty sure everyone has it wrong. It is still 2008. Still the year that I left the US. I'm still on 2008, even though I write 2010 on the blackboard at school, like I'm writing it as an example of what it would look like if it truly was 2010. But it's not, I tell you. It's not because there is no time here, no year, no date. Time is nothing but seasons now, winter yielding to spring yielding to summer and eventually that golden sip of fall. Time is immeasurable in anything but several months and years. I am static somehow. The world stopped and I am living in eternity now in this present moment. I always knew measuring time was a gimmick. I told you so many many times, remember? It's all in your head, I told everyone who would listen. But now it's not in mine and I want it back in there. How did it come out?
I didn't see a ball drop for two years. I didn't sing Auld Lang Syne. I didn't hear fireworks or drink champagne. I didn't kiss people or feel the shivering crowd bellow in excitement. There were no annoying horns or cheap plastic cups on floors or colored confetti.
Therefore, it didn't happen. 2010 is in your world. I will have to go back to your world someday, but for now, New Year's decided to take a hiatus.
