What 'bout my star?

Solstice. There've been better years.

A mug of English breakfast and a plateful of homemade tamagoyaki.

Tonight the stars are hard and distant. Faint, against the cold and unwelcoming glow of the Hunter's Moon flooding the sky.

Today's dream followed the storyline of Cameron's Aliens until the moment they arrive at LV-426 and find out there's no alien ship, no xenomorphs, just a broken transmitter and the whole movie turns into a B-grade rom-com between Ripley and Hicks. Credit roll, alarm clock.

衣替え

"The light is the left hand of darkness, and darkness the right hand of light."