Il ferait volontiers de la terre un débris
Et dans un bâillement avalerait le monde
When I came here, it was for stability. My life was as open as these things get, and I was ripping apart, so I delimited. As I depart here, to some degree it is refreshing to see the familiar yawn of the abyss. In other ways, it was very nice, if uncomfortable, to be nailed to a wall for four years. It was, after all, a wall that I chose. For the most part, these familiar feelings, since I have changed so much, are unsettling. I feel like I was a broker between the powers of chaos and order, and now I have lost all contact with the agents of chaos. I will deal with the freedom much differently now. I wonder how uncomfortable it will be for the person I have become.