On

Words received, twisted deliberately to suit one's own perception. Facts of others, enslaved to follow own theories. Hell is other people, but are you really sure it's not a DIY one? Ah, but what's new, and does it even matter anymore - who knows.

Whatever. Carry on, into a whole different thing now.

So, another chase. It's easy to forget when the thing you're chasing is so far - there. Can't really say it's 'ahead' now. We're hardly running on a single track. Is this, I wonder, even qualify as a chase still? Maybe not, but the truth remains. We're all still running and, oh yes, as strong as ever. We're all travellers (not, I have to remain myself every now and then, a dweller. Yet.) Not necessarily a game but the journey, fortunately or otherwise, is still on.