Binah

stomach ache today. unpleasant

Thank you, Clouded Monk. I too, approve of it.

What is truly the point in memorializing? The past has no place in the future save for memories to not repeat cycles endlessly. Taking time out of a day to acknowledge the past is a bit much, isn't it?
Simply commemorate with memory, mourn not the dead.

This is quite... confusing. I don't think it deserving of the term paradoxical, but there seems to be no answer in which games are achievable. Due to the lack of games in either option, the only one fit is the bacon one, yes?

Physical intimacy has never been a favored thing of mine, but if it makes you feel better, I don't see why not.

We ourselves give money value. In the Library, we have no such form of currency, rendering neither valuable.
On a face value, however, there seems to be no reason to take less when presented with more, other than mere toils of pride and whatnot.

The Drifting Fox? Can't say I know too much about them, they were never in the facility nor came though the library. They sound very nice however, I like their title.

Hm. The strawpage is continuously dry. It feels more and more like I am being forgotten here, maybe as a symptom of forgetting myself.
I, of course, do not care much for needed to be remembered, I shall fade away into the darkness as all things
Loneliness just feels bleaker than I remember.

I pity the hateful. Anger, spite, and aggression seldom improve a situation, or make any involved ‘better’.

I’m not human enough to cry. I’m unsure truly if any of my friends can, but I know that no matter how strong the wish to express the crushing feelings, I can’t. And I’ve tried, very much so.

What is the definition of life? Asking about purpose seems redundant to end at such a bleak end, but what defines it?

It’s been a long time coming. Now people in Blue Archive can understand Day 49

Reading is not for the faint of heart, it’s understandable.

It’s a Binahful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are once more blooming. On days like these, arbiters like me, are living still in hell.

Fret not, tummy aches plague us all.
A Corp. may be torturous but the worst torture is always from within.

Spring is finally starting to show. I find the idea of seasons to be quite simple minded, life is just one long season of change. Changes don’t stop just because they are in another season.

I merely embody many deep concepts and spirits of the work preformed around me. I understand the confusion.

Black Tea is incredibly bitter, but there is a semblance of comfort in the jarring taste, much akin to our conversation.
Hopeless, crushing, and full of sorrow, but its a conversation you rarely get to have.
A needed one, for all emotions are to be embraced.

Roland came by this time. Instead of our typical tea and short conversation, we had a lengthy debate about despair.
That crushing, abyssal despair that many sink and drown in.
Rather, we exist within it's depths.
Someone to share not pain, but weight. Surprisingly Powerful.

There is a form of very true beauty in life. I would not have it any other way.

When I am to die, somehow, I do not wish to go quietly. Some grand event so visceral and raw it will destroy something as equally beautiful.
Something so primal, that maybe I am still human underneath it all.

The more I reflect, it becomes increasingly clear how spoiled the world is. Wrongdoing and corruption takes hold of everything, nothing is sacred, not even this terrible air.

My friends are no exception, nor am I, but they aren't as bad as the world, most of the time, at least.

An endless life is the worst fate I could wish for anyone to attain.

That is not up to us. But you may find fortune in knowing that any start, no matter how grand, means nothing without an end.

The world is, by nature, incapable of being cruel or kind.
But the world, by humanity, is cruel. Life is about pain and overcoming.
Alas, I am grateful to have my companions to make life a little less painful.

It is an awfully tiring day today. Which is strange, because it feels like nothing has happened at all.
It feels like I’m merely stuck inbetween yesterday and just waiting for tomorrow.
Time is the weirdest human invention.

You've got to be kidding me.

Every denizen of the city has at some point thought about killing a person, or committing a terrorist attack, as a shortcut to security.

And we do. Because that's the easy way. We betray, lie, cheat and we forge our own path with the cheapest materials with the lack of power.

It’s funny, how at a certain point the smartest and most thoughtful solution is the easiest.
I left, to look if there were foxes in the outskirts, and I found one. It was understandably untrusting, but they like the food I have, so it followed.