Well, it seems Kaki King beat me to the punch. I'll just have to try and clean up after her. Hopefully I can convince someone to go with me.

Things have changed a lot around here. I feel like I've reached my goal: I am different going out as I was going in. But even I can see the cobwebs around here. I'm here infrequently. And I'm sure the undertow will catch even this eventually, so i don't see a point in doing anything definitive. At least not just yet.

I've gone through my stages. My initial excitement at music and creating it, it falling to the wayside, this place being a poet haven, and then music again. So here I sit, eight-teen years old, surrounded by the giants and gods of the other geniuses. Hopefully I've pulled some sweater strings. But either way.

So now I've reached the end of what seems to be an infinitely long steppe. And at the end is a huge cliff. I'd make my home here, but I'm afraid my heart can't take it. You must all be feeling it: I have a feeling we are all the same age. I've, sadly, run out of options. The future seems set. But I'm happy. My plans could be a lot worse. At the moment, it mostly involves shacking up with two other musicians. Should be fun.

Don't worry, this isn't sort of pseudocide internet suicide note, I'm just marking a passing. From here to infinity.

I've made a point not too delete anything, and to try to upload everything that isn't so so bad. I'd recommend anyone reading to do the same. And not get so wrapped in your selves.

But that seems about enough from me. I wholly doubt that much reading of these is done even by the people who write them. I'm sure you'll hear from me in the future, and I, who ever you are, from you. Until then.

Also, visit me on virb. I think I've racked up quite a bit on there.

virb.com/opticalatrophy