there's always a next. there may be no room but there's always an annex. an archipelago sinks and an archipelago of trash forms. it moves like a gyre. can we live on a gyre. we'll see. next. happy samhain. it doesn't sound like it's spelled. the ghouls this time are next level. that book archipelago of the sun was annoying like the future. it never arrives anywhere, just orphans on a boat going nowhere at least together.