jaeleslie

The island is full of wonders. Even without a twirling disco ball in the middle of it, these rocks that I cling to are dazzling, with the flashing lights and colors. Admittedly the lights are mostly arrangements of pale boxes, with ill-made letters marching across, but you get the general effect. Seems that time is shorter than it was a couple of years ago when I first got online. Then I spent a whole summer figuring out how it worked and wandering aboot. Now leisure is scarce and time is easily wasted. But I am stubborn enough to waste it here anyway. I don't relax and float downstream, plucking aimlessly at the branches that pass. I collect them determinedly, and arrange them carefully, and stick with it.