Too late

Too late. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Too late. Drawing Luke Hockley.

Dear Self,

Sometimes I don’t get to write this letter until the end of the day.

Today, that’s what happened.

It’s a real shame.

Because it’s too late now for me to have any blinding insights or witty self reflections.

I’m not insightful. I’m not funny.

I’m just damned tired.

Love

Luke

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Day 1,382

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