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I blame at least some of the content of this one on watching a couple of Bat-Family Tiktoks right before I went to sleep. (Possibly also the Tennant/Tate Much Ado and this weird televised reality TV version of what is basically a game of Among Us. There was really an uncommon amount of television yesterday.)

( Dreamlogs are cut. )

Maybe this is a sign my writers' block will go away.

This morning was full of very intense dream.

( Need to write down what I remember before it all goes. )

I find myself thinking of people I know as symbols.

Whole people, with their own independent existence and impact on the world, but both real people to me, and emblems of something else. I know I'm not the only person who has this; I've talked with other people about this sort of thing.

I write occasionally about the one who became my muse -- a real person who probably spares not a thought for an elementary school almost-friend -- but also a huge function of how I am who I am.

I never write about the one who is the stray arrow, the one that poisoned Chiron.

Hold your loved ones close, you hear me? Hold them close.


(A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing.)

I try to find the strength I need
To calm the doubts in my beliefs
With the will, I know my heart won't break

And if I have strength then I've belief
If I have love my heart still beats
Here under stars
Far from home

I wanted to keep it.

The context is that someone started a thread asking about first loves.

( Meet mine. )