can anything surprise me anymore? will i see something break out of its shell? crack the mirror? make the narratively interesting choice?

i think it is our jobs to nurture the kind of environments we want to exist in

lately the crown feels like it's right where it belongs.

and everyone seemed asleep or comatose, as if dead, and i could only wander the world awake, alone, until now

one eye here with me, one eye above. neither of them care for past for future. only now

you really can just be the person you want to be

reviving this to write once again