as my 30th birthday nears, I realized my clock seems to be running in reverse.
I'm functioning without sleep, doing things I'd have balked at when I was 25, and yet it seems like I have a boundless source of energy somewhere. living in top gear, and yet squeezing out every bit of mileage out of every hour. to the extent that when I look back, I find it hard to believe my memories.
yet it all somehow seems fine, even though I know it shouldn't.
and I have absolutely no idea why.
ps: title inspired by the identically named track by "man with no name"