In December, I get a comforting feeling that the world is ending and things are dead. The roads are deserted, and there’s just silence. I love the dead silence of December, the abyss it allows me to walk into. I love to walk those leafless streets with a cigarette in my mouth, although now I refrain from smoking.

As December passes by, I become sadder and sadder. I think of everything the year could have brought to me, but I didn’t strive for them. Things I didn’t accomplish. It’s hard to let the year go, with a sigh of regret. You tell yourself that you’ll work harder next year. And all the while, you also have to let your favourite month go slowly. The fear of letting it go makes me start to miss December as soon as it begins.

And then just when life on Earth is about to become extinct, you celebrate Christmas and the New Year. The universe is just incredible.

– ni

Topic: The End of December

Category: Blog