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~shiloh

Turns out there's quite a bit of wildlife around the Midnight. A raccoon forages in the dumpster out back. I talked to him, and this is what he said, translated from Racc:

> Sometimes I catch a glimpse of someone, and something strikes me—maybe a hairstyle, or the way someone talks, or a t-shirt design—whatever. And before I can even process what I saw, there's a pit in my stomach, not quite regret, not quite longing, not quite lust. It wasn't his fault. He was younger, still figuring things out. Wasn't mine either, but sometimes I doubt that. It was what it was. And by the time I realize that, the feeling's gone away.

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~opossum wrote:

It's hard to understand where we come from, our grammar is so very different to human language. Some animals often find it hard to locate a subject, they think every action refers to the world and its functions.

Phases are needed to grow. We must keep cycling through like life, changing with every year. I think you have noticed that each year, seasons manifest slightly differently. We are the same, we follow earth cycle and we mimick her surface changes, the ones caused by a turmoil deep down. Her cracks are ours, we are spurred on by the same conflict.

Appearance is not only something to be judged, but understood.