The weather has been pleasantly gloomy the past couple of days. As I write this, I sit perched on my balcony beneath overcast skies – coffee in hand, my curated Halloween playlist betraying the summery atmosphere. This year has been very dreamy and nostalgic, overly hopeful in the best of times and overly dreary in the worst. You may think it insane, but I have this theory that the world we occupy now is not the same world I grew up in. The sun is whiter. The sky is sick and silvery. Seasons don’t exist. Time is breaking its own…