Hard to caption August. A wave of similaritude occupied that month. Every day, same routine. Routine is slow and painful torture for a person like myself. I never use the same toothpaste twice. Or eat the same sandwich every day in a row. Or be obsessed with the same chocolate bar for over a week. I’m a creature of un-routine, and Ramadan is a month of routine, even for the unreligious, such as I.
Hello, autumn. You’re a little early.
Can you really archive time?