Sunday Hindsight Diaries
Nastya Fall
© Nastya Fall, 2024
ISBN 978-5-0062-2108-6
Created with Ridero smart publishing system
FOREWORD
Sunday hindsight diaries is what you write when nostalgia makes it difficult to sit still, buzzing under your skin like an enormous beehive. Its in the first sunny days of spring, when the heat is luring you out, to the tight buds and puddles and dogs. Its in the fields, moving like tv static, ready to tell you the stories of those who came before. Its in the falling leaves, layering up in empty alleyways, umbrellas and knitted scarves. Its in the first days of winter, when snow is all around the city. Its fresh and crystal clear, it stings with pain, but you cant wait for it to come around. Those subtle flashbacks are different with every season and thats what makes them so interesting and exciting. Those memories will never change and youll keep seeing the same faces under the glowing street lights at night. What youve written at 16 will remain what youve written at 16. And at 20 you will be jealous of her sweet teenage nonchalance, healing the wounds of hopeful blindness on your heart. Your past isnt going anywhere, a good reason to overanalyze it. And even a better way to see just how far youve already come. One day you will wake up to being flooded with regret and sorrow. The other to a rush of affection and love. Every emotion is falling into place so gracefully, like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. And those are the things you will write about in Sunday hindsight diaries.
THE SERENDIPITY CHAPTER
jane eyre
27.02.2019
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22.06.2020
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in the memory of jim morrison, the lead singer of the doors
08.08.2020
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in honour of the 41st anniversary of
«the wall» by pink floyd
30.11.2020
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19.09.2021
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03.05.2022
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15.08.2022
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17.09.2022
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17.09.2022
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25.09.2022
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30.09.2022
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07.11.2022
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07.11.2022
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25.12.2022
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15.01.2023
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27.01.2023
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