Be gone, the year of 2024!

As I worked at the last number of a collection by Michael, I'm spiraling to a very sad feeling.
A feeling of lost, a feeling of that final connection to his intellect and sentiments.
This last number was an abandoned one, something that the commissioner had put a stop to because there's one too many.  But Michael did manage to finish it and sent me a manuscript before the official halt.
And I've decided to typeset it anyway.
It sounded like a ballad.  On a second trial audio, it sounded almost like Mozart's Lacrimosa.

There has been a lot of deaths in 2024.
And I kept encountering the topic of death and beyond.
I think I'm ready to go when it's my time.
It's just the experience of the past and present that's giving me a sense of sadness... missed opportunities, afraid of expressing my true self, and stupid decisions made.
I really hope 2025 will bring a lot more better prospects and happiness.
Maybe I just need a bit of a break from civilization.