[[A man with a pointed mustache is sitting at a table in a top hat, writing something with a quill.]]
Tophat: I love finding old to-do lists from months or years ago.
Tophat: Sometimes I can check off, like, half of it instantly. I did eventually do that and that and that!
Tophat: You have no power here! I did you!
[[A disinterested-looking young girl joins the conversation.]]
Tophat: Other items I realize I didn't ever do, and that's okay. The sky didn't fall. Nobody died. I thought it was super important at the time, but I'm over it now.
Tophat: And then... there's the icebergs.
Dilettante: Icebergs?
Tophat: The stuff I didn't finish then and still haven't finished now.
Tophat: Still bobbing in my life like a giant cold iceberg. I can chip away at it, but there's always so. Much. More.
Tophat: Wherever I go, whatever else I do, the iceberg follows. Silent... immense... stark in its beauty, but impenetrable.
Tophat: Too many of them can surround, freeze, lock me in place until I can't move at all! Icebound.
Tophat: What's the date on this list? Two years ago. I sighted these icebergs then.
Tophat: They are patient. They are silent. They reflect my shortcomings in their gleaming facets.
Tophat: I hate finding old to-do lists
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{{alt-text: the only thing not crossed out on this list is 'figure out how to reconcile yourself to a level of productivity that you can reasonably achieve'}}