Hello, old friend.

[xcoherent]

I've been on a long hiatus from this journal. I thought that living my life in lieu of writing about it would be just as, if not more, satisfying but there's a certain catharsis and romanticism I've missed about journaling. And about 90% of the readership I had here seems to have died off or moved on so I can use this medium in relative solitude once again.



Doesn't this look weird?
What bug bites as it travels?