March.

[tm_magik]

Comments

[ai_zabini]

Same as every other day, I see.

[tm_magik]

I suppose it always means more to the querant, da?

[ai_zabini]

Of course. After all, the querant supplies the meaning. Prophecies are mirror halls cast from warped and billowed glass -- a thousand points of focus; a million distorting distractions.

[tm_magik]

I know this far too well.

What is the stupidest thing you have ever done?

[ai_zabini]

I fell in love.

[tm_magik]

Oops.

[ai_zabini]

So it goes.

You, I think ... broke something. Burned a bridge too far. But then you don't think it's stupid, simply inconveniently necessary; the hard choices must be made, so you make them.

[tm_magik]

Someone has to.

[ai_zabini]

So people say.