My summer is over. It's slipping away. Fading into history. Time, space it doesn't matter anymore. All that will matter is in three weeks all that will replace what I hold in my hands will be debt and sweat. Money drives the world and is all around us.

As summer slips away from my thin fingers, all that will remain is debt. Debt that will probably never go away. This summer is over, and with it my freedom for eight grueling months of stress.

Goodbye Summer.