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A bell tolling in the new year, 108 strikes. It's strange to think that sound has led in the new year for as long as I can remember. For a while I wondered if I'd ever hear something like that again. [She's been homesick; it probably shows. She can't quite help it. The feeling is... a little lost, perhaps not unpleasantly so, but strongly nostalgic.] It's been a long year, I think, but it's good to have endured another year to hear that sound again, even if I never should have known this year or this place, if things had gone properly.
"Should". I suppose that ascribes intention to these things, which begs the question of who's doing the intending? If any of the ethereal populace here wanted to offer some kind of answer, I'd love to hear it. Or should we blame the Core?
To know that a tradition I've known my entire life has apparently survived centuries, to bring us to today - that's a good feeling. I hear Edo is called Tokyo now. The whole country (and the whole world, I guess) went through some hard times to bring us to this point. A history book is an impressive thing.
I'm from years in the past. I'm a relic. What a funny thing to be.
The last few months haven't been so bad, I think. I'll take this over a lot of other things.
We live in a very strange place. Tolerably strange, I think, which is probably a good thing. If I was intolerably strange, I might be dead.
Cities are kind of funny, if you think about it. All of these people living together but going their own ways, and trying to manage being around each other. No wonder things happen. Not that knowing that makes it easier to deal with.
Happy new year, anyway.
"Should". I suppose that ascribes intention to these things, which begs the question of who's doing the intending? If any of the ethereal populace here wanted to offer some kind of answer, I'd love to hear it. Or should we blame the Core?
To know that a tradition I've known my entire life has apparently survived centuries, to bring us to today - that's a good feeling. I hear Edo is called Tokyo now. The whole country (and the whole world, I guess) went through some hard times to bring us to this point. A history book is an impressive thing.
I'm from years in the past. I'm a relic. What a funny thing to be.
The last few months haven't been so bad, I think. I'll take this over a lot of other things.
We live in a very strange place. Tolerably strange, I think, which is probably a good thing. If I was intolerably strange, I might be dead.
Cities are kind of funny, if you think about it. All of these people living together but going their own ways, and trying to manage being around each other. No wonder things happen. Not that knowing that makes it easier to deal with.
Happy new year, anyway.