If floating with a hole. Bad feeling, but teaches new things. Green and internal times.
Free time at last with some community work of piled bits. You can see it remotely, for sure.

Tending to calmness. Over the gap of black emptiness and contrasted high-lighting coming the solutions as often after troubled and chaotic systems. The waves always arrive. You is who may stay or not.

Questions of where to stay. The nest is a temporary one. Bad feelings may arrive... and they are true. Looking for your own standing. Stand alone, I advise you. In these times when you are prey for the big green eyed slavelords sitting on their finely printed key for power virtualized gods of materiality it is hard to catch the free air and breathe. It would be natural, and it hurts that you can't live it like you should. Wolfworld.

Floating between life and death...thats the way big they is. It's driven by a hunger unknown to the habitants of the green lands. Burning out without sense. Not the way it should be it must be changed again.