A very pale New England Aster

(Aster novae-angliae)

So... welcome to my world. I wish it was a world filled with asters, but alas it is not. At the moment, it's more or less filled with tiredness and confusion. I aim to change that. I'm not quite sure how I'm going to do such a thing just yet, but for me, writing it all out is a good place to start.

Somehow, I seem to have lost who I am. And I do mean lost; it feels sometimes as though I'm standing alone on a barren ocean shore on a cold grey day - all of that frigid emptiness is all that I am. Trying to find my way back to myself isn't going to be an easy thing to do.

Well... there is work to be done that has nothing to do with finding myself, so I'm off.

Until later, then... ta.