In memorium · 6:36am Last Friday
In memorium of a story which has been deleted.
In memorium of a lost bleakpocolypse which will have you believing that suicide is the fruit of joy and unbridled optimism.
In memorium of President Dead’s lost work, _Retrograde_.
As AR3697 turns its baleful glare back towards the one known home of creatures capable of knowing joy, I sing the universe to its rest.
The sun is rising and I reflect back on Twilight’s words.
There is definitely something there.