Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valueable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I've read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void.

So, goodnight, dear void.