I think time finally decided to slow down for a bit. Lost in nightly rituals where the radio goes along with my mood.
Two or three pages of a collector’s calendar will mark the beginning of a major shift in the habits of a habitant. The decision is near, what will it be?
Money is running low as well as spirits who have been deprived.
Heavy burdens have become over-bearing. There is an odd man out who doesn’t want to leave.