This is gonna be one of those thoughts posts where it doesn’t make sense. If you’ve got an idea about what this stuff means, please comment below.
I watched a fire burn until it died out. There was still plenty of burnable fuel, but the fire had completely used up the oxygen.
It still tried to burn. The embers glowed pathetically and the odd spark flickered, but there was no way to regain its fiery might.
The most direct route is an easy one to follow, so sometimes one must take a detour to maintain privacy along the way.
Seeing the trails others have walked and knowing the path they took are different things unless you have done the same.
These were on twitter earlier, but I decided to move them here instead. It just felt right.