... There were some thoughts / thunk / thudded round here, right?
Yeah, that's the ticket. We can tell cause of the poems, and the writings, and the way he ...
Well, the way he circles round and round, see? Sure, that's the way we can tell. Sometimes things can be hidden just like so. Six years or eight years or 10 years ... or no years at all.
Much changes, yet nothing changes. And the blog is the same, my stars yes. Well, mostly the same. A towering edifice of data / words / days. And archived.
Make sure of that.