it is almost strange how much this one makes sense. there was a beautiful night once where all these paradoxes that it had trapped itself in suddenly unfolded and made sense but any way it tried to explain it was all very nonsensical. it was the night it learned to have faith in itself and not just the path before it. junestrings touches on it in a clearer way here than it could itself. if the moon is to be a puppet, then it will make its puppeteer, and she too will love june