it’s interesting, the more time passes after having released this book, the more i am able to observe it and read it as though i am not the one who wrote it. the book is almost taking a life of its own. and it oddly feels like it’s taking care of me. like this page, these last two paragraphs feel like an omen to me. like my past self reaching out to me as a compass. as you can see i’m emotional and a little lost. it’s been a weird mercury retrograde.