So yeah it’s 6:30 AM here. My sched is all sorts of fucked up, so I’ll be grabbing food and then reading a bit more and then hopefully sleeping a bit. Eventually.

But now I’m writing, which isn’t a shock I suppose.

It is, however, a shock to me to return to characters and voices I started what seems like ages ago. To find out that while they’re still there they have also gone and changed in the interim and that you simply can’t capture the past. Instead you can only fumble toward it grasping and groping.

And then the past smacks you in the face and your fingers fly and everything crystallizes into perfect harmonious clarity. For about a second. Because that’s the secret of the world – everything is in the seconds. Nothing lasts, nothing worth having at least. So instead enjoy what you have while you have it, don’t mourn the losses too much and know that in the next second—

right there—

it’ll be back and gone again.

There it was again. Did you blink? Stop that.

There.

Here.

Happiness. Joy. In the seconds, not the minutes. Not the hours or the days and months.

That fleeting burst of perfect.

That’s the idea.