It is another day, like and not like all the others. The nihilistic thoughts of erasing all my information in my homenode, massive self nuking of weak wus, and the intermittant depression and elation constantly bite my virtual ankles like some pixelated pitbull.

Is there comfort knowing other uncalloused artists have been hurt, too. No, I just feel more pain. How can text or the deletion thereof cause any pain at all? It is alive, it doesn't want to die, but entropy is part of the Universe, and E2 is now a microcosm of it.

If I did not have footings deep in bedRock, I know how truly insane I could be...I have dabbled in that deafening, swirling undertow of that brook in my youth

"I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now..." thank you Bobby Dylan