Arden Pur

A decade on...

I pray that you will continue to uphold the ideals that you once held as truth, even though they may quiver in the market of opinions or alter them to suit your reality.

I pray that you will not resemble or turn into the self-serving bastards of humanity that you once despised, even though it seems fashionable and pragmatic in the face of human ugliness.

I pray that happiness, contentment, and simplicity is never too far from your life, even though everyone will be trying to outdo you in sophistication and excesses.

This much you shall remember.

The rest you must yet create.

Arbitrage

Like patients returning from the edge of death after what seemed like a certain fatal prognosis, we are now in a chronic state of hoarding. Hoarding of whatever pills and syrups known to our disposal, so as to place as large a gap as possible from the singular demise.

We are certainly not proud of this course. Weak empires in history have walled themselves in and toppled within. With resources scarce and credibility wanting, self reliance is the only course of self preservation. And we shall intensify our arbitrage to maintain this gap until as such a time that the light returns.

Trite Leap

Fortune shields and hides

our Dreams of silver bright

Hear the tide

but lose the sight

Be dear in eaten light