if it is right, it happens-- the main thing is not to hurry. nothing good gets away.

[altaschith]

[it's been about two years. two and a half years. two years, six months, and thirteen days, actually. not that he's keeping track. there'd be no real point to knowing the last time he talked to the one and only person who has half a chance of knowing where he's coming from, and where he should be going next. no real point. anyway, it's been about nine hundred and twenty-five days, and chaos has this to say:]

hey.