Overcast today, again, and raining. Was just walking back home, feeling prickle of rain on face. Remainder of light in grey sky, light-almost-shadow. Regretted for a while not having been more physically active earlier in life. Wondered if i'll regret it more in future. First time really feel regret. Don't feel all that much, often. Still ok physically, can do anything i could before. But didn't do it before.
Like this telegraphic way of writing. No pronouns, few articles. Bridget Jones' style, comes easyly enough. Can only work this way in English; definitely not in romance languages. Reflection of individualism prevailing in society? Reader must and does assume writer talking about his/her own views, not general truths. Positive manifestation of individualism, then?
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