...Oh, hey, this still exists. Um. So, uh, no promises about picking this up again, but...Well. I was feeling depressed tonight, and I needed something to do that I could actually complete—some task or endeavor that could be finished without turning into yet another albatross about my neck. So, um, here we are. It's a short story! It's kinda depressing, and probably pretty incomprehensible, but so these things go, particularly when "these things" are self-therapeutic short stories started at 4 AM. Make of it what you will.
