Tonight feels like the right time to revive this space.
I am here tonight because I am edgy. There is an excess of tension that is clinging to me like a cloying perfume.
I have so much to say, yet I am loathe to put it up here.
Life is happening....for some as they want it, for others as they never could have imagined it.
Death is happening too...in Khala Z's receding flesh and her bright eyes.
Oh how transient we are! How flimsy we are! How painfully brittle are the houses of our souls!
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