Hey, not sure why I’m commenting now. It’s been quite some time, but I guess I just felt like checking in.
I’ve been half-catching fragments of what’s been going on lately, especially around the old continent. Ruler people stuff, farmers doing their thing, the usual slow background noise that never really goes away. It doesn’t look like the end of things, or anything dramatic. Just the kind of instability that settles in and becomes part of that cycle. Thought would ask anyway, are you doing okay?
Your fic still lingers with me. Not as something unfinished, more like something that said what it needed to say and then stopped. I don’t think stories need clean conclusions to matter. Some just exist, leave a trace, do what they do, and that’s enough.
I’m in a similar in-between place myself, I guess. No real despair, not much optimism either. Just continuing because time keeps moving, whether there’s meaning attached or not. Direction feels optional these days. I do think things were better back then. Or maybe they just felt that way. Either way, it’s only something you can remember, not step back into. Still try to keep walking forward, even if it leads to something undefined.
Whenever that Japan highschool novel thing crosses mind, that feeling follows. I suppose that’s what missing looks like now.
