Ran across something that sounded both dire and portentious, but also not original on someone's profile? It's a powerful statement, but I wanted to know for sure.
Turns out I was right, it's the last lines of a poem called "Letter From My Brain To My Heart" by Rachel McKibbens:
You have my permission not to love me;And...damn. I can at least say I am not that bad, but...I won't lie, that poem does resonate.
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I'd rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
In related but dissimilar news, I am still unsettled, but now it's more trying to find my footing on jagged chips of shale, not fractured glass and cinders, so...upgrade?
We move on. I hadn't thought about Transylvania in years, and on a separate search, ran across the name again. Was it still there?
That answer is very much yes, and very much improved!
Admittedly, I never wandered far from the Wall, having mostly gone there for dances, or to see a DJ I was fond of at the time.
But it seems to have really filled out, expanded a bit, and some of the scenery...
If nothing else, it's a lovely night stroll.
And, of course, one must stop and stand in awe of this.
Meanwhile, at Enchantment...
And no, no no no, I wanted a duelling flamingo, not a... *sighs* Oh, well, I guess it will do. (A note, having now gone to the store in question--I'm not sure which event CURELESS made the Alice in Monsterland gacha for? But it's not at their main store, and I picked this drooping fellow up off the Marketplace.)
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