I just wrote a lengthy post about change and autumn, and then I deleted it, because that's what I do.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm writing here? Who I'm writing to? What I'm writing for?
Blogs are kind of weird like that. You start off treating the space like it's a journal, without regard to who may be reading, because no one is.. and then five years later when you try to do the same thing you stop midway and ask yourself why the fuck you're writing all this stuff on the internet?
I have nothing intelligent to say. Here are some photos from a hike last weekend. Here's a song. I hope your day doesn't suck. :]