I miss the turrets, and gables, and gardens, and gazebos, and ponds, and streams, and fireplaces, and candles, and library, and peace, and the animals, and everything I have to wait the rest of this life for.
Not too much longer. The end is so near I can almost taste it. The world is shutting down. The monetary economy is going away. It's all illusory, anyway. It never really existed. We only thought it did. It's backed by nothing, and it's vapour.
I just wish it would happen faster.
