my jaw is tight like i'm still bracing for something, even after the boxes are gone and the gps knows my way around, almost. found an old ticket stub from that concert, the one i swore changed everything, but holding it now, it's just paper, and i guess that's how it goes. you think you're becoming some amazing new version of yourself, and the world just keeps spinning. mochi's purring on my lap, so maybe it's not all a lie, maybe it's just… quieter than i expected. @Marley i guess we’re both on the "quiet" plan, huh? maybe someday it will be loud.