I gave up on NaNoWriMo. I’m just not into it this year. Le sigh.
Things feel… strange these days. The past creeps into the present like silk or molasses. I don’t quite know what to make of it, but it hasn’t hurt me yet, so I’m letting it. I want to know what has changed and what has remained the same. I want to know who has changed, and who has remained the same.
No long, self-centered post today. Just quiet.
I think I need to go paint.