A road is not a road. It is the memory of those that built it. It is the dream on which a city stands. There are roads beneath our own that are older than some countries.

Everything that exists has a story of multitudes.

And none of it is dead.

The oroborous nature of death is frightening.

All our lives we run towards it, while convinced that we've turned away.

Morscyclopathy: A hypothetical illness of the mind in which we have single-mindedly focused on ignoring that which embraces us all.

Today's thought is on time.

Time changes all things save love and grief. Age will not weather the emotion behind a smile.

Today's thought from Knowhere is Daliant:

Daliant: To waste time waiting for the right moment to be righteously brave.

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