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Strange days, these. Everything is modified, everything is different from usual. So many things done in the hope of achieving what may or may not

Strange days, these. Everything is modified, everything is different from usual. So many things done in the hope of achieving what may or may not

Today, I find myself on edge. I know there is a lot of work that needs to be done. Though I know I am up
NB: This post is eerily similar to the one before it, posted a whopping 14 months before. After that post, things got better. And then

This is still a live project, just one that is temporarily on hold. I believe in this concept, but at the moment, life has gotten in the way.

It’s been a minute since I’ve posted. I’m still here, haven’t abandoned the blog or anything, but I have been wrestling with a wave of

Today, the sun rose at 4:30. I gave up on sleep about an hour later. Journal in hand, I set off to visit the shrine1