Change

The change is happening, in the first month of 2025, which is, astonishingly out of everyone's expectations, even though angle's been sending me signs for big changes. The voyage is starting. Something must be done, despite being alone on the way. I fondly appreciate all the kindness and help I received since the winter of 2021. 

Thank you all, my stiff arms I've trained for ten months. 

The metal machine is going to tear through the pitch-dark, when the sun rises, I can say "look, another day!"

There are so many occasions in life that an individual has to face all alone, but when the fact—after all these years, I still have to do this 25-hour-trip all alone slaps me, I'm not sure which emotion to put in it.