Thanks, Peeta.

You lot really never are satisfied, are you? You, who spend your lives toiling against the tides of adversity, struggling through disease and poverty, with the single-minded Hope of some day rising above material concerns to actualize your true potential. Who are always yearning to be above the net of fate, masters of your own destiny. Constantly seeking an escape from the harsh reality of an unfeeling world, dogged by the burden of other human lives clinging to one-another for survival.

Even now that you have that freedom - absolution from your past sins, freedom from the shackles of duty, obligation or status, and the onus of your decisions - you are still not content. You want for nothing: you're fed, you're sheltered, you're safe; unfettered by your previous reality, you are free to pursue absolute self-interest.

Yet, almost as though you are aware you're being farmed like cattle, you refuse to accept this freedom. Instead you whine and moan and make desperate attempts on your lives, all for the sake of reconnecting with people and places that never existed at all. You have the chance to begin again a tabula rasa, but you insist on clinging together like refugees, forever binding yourselves within the limitations of your imagined histories.

The capriciousness of humans really knows no bounds.

But I don't.

Also, how about keeping the noise level down tonight, neighbors?

Yukimi.







The deadline for the seal story.... .... that was last month.