
Autumn is my favorite season. I revel in it. I read somewhere once that Hel's kingdom was forever a misty autumn, and whether that is true or not, it makes me reluctant to grab hold of a sword when I near death. Loving autumn is a strange thing. Everything is in decline, in decay. Entropy is winning. Those bright leaves? That's the result of trees trying desperately to stave off the inevitable winter. It's a season of death, and I love it. I'm not the only one. Almost everywhere I look … [Read more...]



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