Sometimes I'm surprised to look out my window and notice the changing seasons. Gaia is one of the most timeless places I've ever been, and it's sometimes difficult to realize that Time does go on. I mean, Gambino (pompous a** if I ever saw one) was shot on April Fool's...and so few people care.
It's as if you fail to be excited about things outside of your life when you come here. So many people I know are only socially involved in a small sphere of friends and that's it. Am I one of them? Probably. But that's my paranoia talking more than anything else.
Anyway, about that small circle of attention, Galerus is starting to worry me. Sometimes I'll be writing in the pre-dawn light about my dream meeting with Morbus the night before, and I'll catch the boy watching me. I pray that he doesn't meet Morbus. I don't know what would happen if he did...but instinct (or Foresight?) tells me I'd rather not know. I should be more cautious.
And I need a look at my Orb. Or at least a parvasper. That way I'll only need to go Home once.
Strange. Technically, parvasper is Latin. Did the Romans invent them or something? Or am I being paranoid again? Or just wool-gathering?
I should end this entry here.
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