monologue in the...
So here is autumn, in a summer camp. How odd! In quite a separate way from its usual brand of insanity. Or not. More everyday? Or more...transitional? I can't find the right word. Either way, it's getting cold. Even snow, which I wasn't expecting to stay around long enough to see, for all that it's mostly melted now--it will come back, won't it? And we'll all still be here, unless we find our own path out, and see what comes next.
...I feel relieved, for some reason.
...I feel relieved, for some reason.