I like making stuff. I'll be a librarian by the end of the year. I would like to keep making stuff. I like my collection of junk, it keeps me sane. Pulling pieces of rubble together to create something other, it is always more than the sum of its parts. Any wholeness. It does not need to be justified, or lauded, or sold, or explained, or good. It just is. There are parts of places and parts of being that I already miss even as I have no reason to limit myself from them or say goodbye to them. It feels like they are on the shore, and I'm on a different boat from the one I hailed, but it's the one I booked, many years ago.