I believe its been four years between this entry and the last one. Wow. Much can change in four years. Patrice is off with her boyfriend, happy as clams and as ignorant as bliss. Many of the others I've abandoned or have abandoned me. Its the post-apocalyptic realization that everyone is gone, everything is connected, and you are fundamentally alone. Standing there in a vast wasteland of what once was and what soon shall be. It is the ending, it is the beginning; it is the being and it is the nothingness; it is the wax and wane of life and it is all normal, inevitable, indescribable, ineffable, and so very frustrating. Life changes, life goes on, relationships end and new ones flourish. Desire comes, desire fades, and desire ultimately remains. How have you been affected by time? Damn, time travel -is- lonely.
