In which I take on the very fundamental question that no one can answer, weigh my own answers, and decide that I’ve got many more questions to ask.
In which I realize that I might need help to get moving, so I turned to a world that doesn’t exist, but I wish did.
In which I complain about hearing things with one ear, but fortunately, I just threw a dragon at it. Or something like that…
In which I revel in the journey, not the destination, because it shows me things.
In which I am happily weary from a short part of a long day featuring creativity in a delightful medium.