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[kingtycoon]

Winter. Winter is this long erosion. You wake and don't want to, feel yourself growing older and colder and never any more wise. You loose track of counting, any sense of days, you have only a rudimentary sense of wanting, desire, you think, just a little, think, not wish, that it would be nice, it might be nice, if you were not dying, if you didn't feel yourself every moment, dying.

Winter is fatal and sincere in it's hatred, it's the anathema, the nemesis, the wrath of god.



This is just the birdless time, the dark time the beating, the hard beating that you take every year. This is the hard defeat and the bad luck time. That's all. Something to eventually get kind of used to. Until it freezes harder, until you're beaten worse, next time, maybe tomorrow. Freeze, Thaw - it breaks steel and concrete and bones and hearts.

I'm just feeling beaten and tired. Don't mind me, I'll get back up soon.