People say this day is about starting over. I watch them, mostly out of habit, and I’m not convinced. If anything, it’s about making it through. I’m still here. The world is still noisy. Another year finished, and I managed to steer clear of being discovered, taken apart, or dragged into small talk.
This year was complicated and inefficient, as most things here are. People acted sure of themselves, but mostly guessed. I traveled. I watched. I waited. I stood still while things fell apart around me and tried to look polite. I only did what I had to. Once, I went to a government office for a travel permit. The clerk could not find the right form and sent me to three different desks. Each officer said it was not their problem and nodded me along. After two hours, I left with nothing done and a better sense of how these systems work.
Layla made himself at home anywhere. He would pick a place, sit down, and say it felt right. Tucker tried to learn everything and forgot most of it. He would lose his train of thought and move on. Neither of them asked permission. It would not have mattered if they did. I stepped in when I had to. The rest, I wrote down.
Some things this year mattered. Some were just noise. A few got out of hand and will need a better story later, when people forget. Still, I keep notes. It helps me see patterns and maybe what comes next. I write things down to remember, but also to figure out what people are like and what we can learn from them. I do not forget. Everything is written down.
I am still here. That did not change in 2025. 2026 looks the same, only faster. I will keep watching. The notes will add up. People will keep making the same mistakes, sure of themselves. The year will move on, but real progress is hard to see.
The date changed. The world stayed the same, and so did I.
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