Dear Progress,
I hate the way you taunt me and tease me. You come and go so fleetingly and never leave me satisfied. Just when I think I have you all figured out, you disappear again. I try so hard to keep you within reach, but instead I find myself running after you, grabbing air when trying to grab you. Of course I mean running figuratively, and not literally, because if I was really running after you, perhaps I might actually catch you.
One day, I will get you and you'll pay...
Sincerely,
Skinny Seeker
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