Sometimes I feel I am going insane. Precisely from the movement in perspective that comes with trying to better this affliction. Laughable, but: I yearn for change, yet now that she stands at the door, waiting for me to step through it, I feel, well, what? Change is upon me and there's a price to pay for everything. And, for a long time, I will not be used to being like I am becoming, if that makes sense. Lately my ability to express myself seems diminished. But I can't do anything but follow, wherever it takes me. Hah! And all of this endlesss journey here started with an issue seemingly as simple as "dick no worksie, boy sad." Life sure be a long song. PS: DE post from yesterday has been translated, if anyone cares.