index | archives | notes Thursday, May. 11, 2017 5:33 a.m. << [ Corridors ] >> When I see/hear/encounter new things, I automatically sort them into Dawn Would Have Liked This or Dawn Would Not Have Liked This. Like it keeps her alive somehow; like the algorithm could replicate into eternity, even though it'll only replicate until I stop too. Can't. "Miles to go before I sleep." << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org