this time always felt like a crux (a cross? ha), least since the divorce. xmas was trauma, wrenched from maw, forced to visit the devastator with his new wealth and his new nuclear family. we, the unkempt, the leftovers from his errant past. but it's the time of my birth first, from the dark waters. it's all a story, duggles, get over yourself. but the story is where i come in, and there's seemingly no way out but through.