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August 2nd, 2008
castout
 | 02:59 am - Entropy.
I love the city.
I was worried at first. Worried sick as I traveled in, because there's not really anything to do on a train but worry. Except maybe re-read a book you've read five times already, or people watch in the food car. I worried about my meager funds and what I would do and where I would stay and who I would talk to. Turns out I didn't need to.
But then, things have a way of working themselves out, yeah? The universe may move naturally towards chaos, but it does it in the most sure and effective way.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/mood/classic/smile.gif) surprised
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July 20th, 2008
castout
 | 01:56 am - I'm not the man my father wanted me to be; I'm so much better.
A week after I left home I reached the royal city with no money and no one to go to. I was wandering the dark middle layer, not metaphorically between the dark and the light, but literally skirting the edges. I reached into my pocket, looking for enough money for a place to stay for the evening and found this instead, a torn page from one of the books I loved and my father never respected. It won't buy me anything--put food in my stomach, or a roof over my head--but it's worth the weight of my future, worth a freight zeppelin's haul.
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
Is there anything that uplifts you, even though other people think it's silly?
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/mood/classic/confused.gif) curious
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