By the time you read this I will already be someone else. I will most likely disagree with whatever I wrote here much more vehemently than you ever could. I am actually going to use this as a diary and see what happens. I need to write anyway and maybe eventually you will all decide to pay me for it. You have entered an experiment in transparency, an attempt at the oldest hobby known to humankind. Survival.
The entire atmosphere seems thick with longing. All of us. Deeply craving the unknown. I have been a shambles lately. Running in stillness is not as easy as the working stiffs made it look all those years.