Leaves

A cold day. Plans fell through, one by one.

My piano journal was a flop, as expected but not without much sadness and ire from me. Sometimes I wonder what I have that the world wants. True believers came easier before than now. What should I mark as my destiny? How shall I move as fate progresses forth?

As for me, this is a good day to continue the port of all my other writing to here. Something feels different when I type in here, truly. Good interfaces make a huge difference, apparently. I might even go as far as to move some things from Google Docs here, though that may be unwise in the horrific case where everything gets deleted in some sort of freak accident. It would truly be the digital equivalent of brain trauma.