and so this record begins.

I am so sorry for my close-minded ignorance and my selfishness. I never seem to realize, but, it revolves. The key out of the cage doesn't really work.

It's flattering to pretend it does. To consume hours of time that will lose meaning. I read something today. Why is there something rather than nothing?

I am wasting time.
I'm thinking about the lack of things.


I am so sorry, Jenna. I'm a wretched idealist.