Still not feeling like the world is much worth bothering with, the plan is to move robotically through my day, return home to hide, same tomorrow, lather, rinse, repeat.

Keep expecting to wake up exposed on a mountaintop, feeling very cold, barely remembering my little village and my loved ones there, the forms made of fire in the sky will send me messages, but not ones of comfort, luckily I won't be coming back to tell of them.