Come what may.

It seems that even in my secretest and safest hideouts, sentiment manages to find me -- disarm me. At this moment, it's balanced, happily, with an appreciation of what is beautiful and meaningful. I wish to admire what has been created it. Honor it. Not revile it in jealousy and hope for it to be dismantled. Maybe I'm a grown-up at this second. Moments from now, I will be a child again.

I had things to say tonight. But my connection became testy and wouldn't let me. I think that's best.

Till my dying day, if you know what I mean.