The James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway, Wednesday

[dude_its_jude]

His room had looked . . . forlorn would probably be the best way to put it, cleaned out thoroughly of all the mess, leaving only a bit of debris washed up in the corners - dust, bits of string, old assignments. And, as so many before him, he now made his way to the causeway to await his final taxi off the island.

Life really sucked some times.

[[Open, but I may be slowplaying for most of the day.]]