“the legends say that you have the gift of true sight, paired with the gift of optimism. Is it true that you can look into the lives of any you meet?”
“It is true” he intoned.
“And is it true that you can find the good, no matter how minor, in any situation or event?”
He nodded modestly, his long beard gleaming orange in the light of the sunset.
“Then great sage, what can you tell me about the world today?”
“Not really anything” he said. “Shit is awful.”
“Aw, fuck.”
“Sorry”
It is nice, though 2020, that this blog still survives. I think P.i.I. is still dead but the person behind that still writes. She just leaves digital footprints and no credit, or separate names on different chapters. It’s a little elf-like I suppose. Not sinking in the snow. Gods I miss the snow. I missing leaves in colors other than green too. My inbox is a mess btw. But I do check it from time to time, I simply need to fix a lot of things.
I need to compartmentalize (old Google Albums for example, honestly does nobody read changes in policy? They were from events for different groups. I’m moving stuff into more proper Google accounts. So… forgive me if it takes a while. But really you should be busy too.)