wow, is it ever dusty around here. i remember when there was lots of life in this place, this place that i frequently imagined as perfectly tangible and inhabitable. i'm honestly not sure why I let it go, it's as though one day I just gave up, gave in, and let life have it's way. so now it's like an abandoned house, set well back from the road, lonely, empty and stagnant, barely a whisper of the life it held nearly 20 years ago. it might not even be healthy to be here now, so little (no) care has been taken in its upkeep. maybe this can be my fixer upper? is it too late? can it serve a purpose to me again?