The food here is still terrible.

The people-watching, still significantly better.

This time, however, I appeared underground, and I will say that the welcoming committee was a cut above the last one.

I have a respectable job with a young girl by the name of Ivy. I'll be moving, but I don't suspect any mail anyway for which to forewarn of a change of address.

I also have a shoopuf today. It brings to mind a story.

A decade ago, a friend of mine attacked a gentle shoopuf. Drunken, startled, he lashed out at the animal. Not only was he injured ( Read more... )

Another fairly sophist line of questioning for you all.

How do you not exist but live?

[Voice Post]To those who have offered me help in the recent days, I thank you. Your help has kept my healthy. I'm old enough to not deny charity for the sake of pride ( Read more... )

[Voice Post]

A vast island. How familiar, and yet, so foreign.

This isn't Zanarkand.

But then, it wouldn't be, would it? And here I thought the afterlife was supposed to be restful.

[deep, sardonic chuckling, and the sound of a sea breeze]

This communicator was in my pocket. I've lived long enough to know what things like that mean ( Read more... )