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The days have been calm and uneventful. I’ve been living in an unhurried, maybe undisciplined manner. The days flow by evenly and without much disruption or texture. I haven’t worked on the game in some time: nearly all of last month, I reckon. I’d like to get back to it soon, but honestly, I feel really tired these days, and too distracted to do anything meaningful. I’ve come to realise lately that when I started working on the game, part of me was convinced still that I could produce something extraordinary. That feeling has long since past though, and most of the day these days I barely feel like I’m even able to just live in an effective, let alone productive manner. I’ve gotten so used to letting things slip away from me that it’s become a real problem, that’s begun to affect other people as well. A certain kind of carelessness about things, although rarely, unfortunately, the concomitant indifference to render such casual cruelty bearable. I feel so creatively dead.