Time cell time cells time cells dunn dunn.
I’m not sure what exactly happened last night but it was quite profound. Very profound. The compiling of a personality, I think. The slotting into place of all the pieces. Or the foundational layer, at least.
Looking back around the room at the art made by J1 in the beforetimes. When he was trying not to kill himself. Or rather, fighting the combination of PTSD, looped thought and burnout. Man I’ve never fought myself so hard and I fought myself a lot. Cigarettes were always easy to stop
I guess my whole life to that point was training in mental discipline of a sort. Not the kind you’d read about in a glossy magazine. More the kind that ensures the ship doesn’t sink. The quiet kind. The exhausting kind.
Always so close to the edge. Every time. Until now it’s been financial. Right to the line. Or temporal. Running for the train. This time it was spiritual. Do you have enough soul to survive the questioning at the gates? Carve the echoes into the wood, close your eyes, and pray.
Thank you, A. G. L. A. J. A. H. I had enough.
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