Scratches that rarely-catered-to higher-dimensional itch.
Definitely makes the wait for Miegakure that much easier (while, somewhat paradoxically, increasing anticipation).
Takes me back to when I first came across Pol Clarissou's 'Even the Stars.'
Whether bound by the scale of a full-lived life or by the slow diminishment of an O² gauge, life is [a journey/choice(s)]—limited though [it/they] may be. You w[a/o]nder, you perceive, you feel, and—if only for yourself in the world of your mind—you decide.
cruising the universe.
that's living
monumental
monument all
ugh... brutal
but in a good way
feels like the way life feels
