WE ARE IMPRISONED
IN AN ENDLESS
SEA OF ICE . . .

We have told all the tales, real and imaginative, to which we are equal. Time weighs heavily upon us as the darkness slowly advances . . .

i am losing my mind

almost fell asleep at the wheel a few times lol

sometimes when i am despairing . . .

. . . in a lonely place, nora sends me a screenshot of my own words which i had said to her some time ago to comfort her. perhaps i was, for once, not altogether wrong about something?

anyway: thanks nora (and past ryan)!

There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness.

praying to the godless pharameseuticals i take every day to rescue me from a woe that is madness LOL

Thinking about turning 38 by myself in Tokyo . . .

(. . . meanwhile feeling the full weight of my mistakes on a cold and overcast day in a town I am about to leave for a long time.)