The start of a new year. Not something I normally celebrate. "There is work to do, celebrations can be saved for afterwards." That is what he would say. How strange is it that I have seemingly come to accept the lack of direction and still move forward? To discard one's purpose and become something else in the process...

I guess that just makes me all the more human, even if we are designer children created to be weapons.


I wonder where Nigredo is now.