Digory finds the hedge + the tree


Analytics are a tricky thing. They tempt you to believe that your work - whether writing, comedic videos, visual art... - has a quantifiable value, measured in "views" or "likes and dislikes" or "follows." The iterations of these measurements are endless, and all egocentric. I derive
SPOILER ALERT for those who know nothing about the series, particularly books 6 and 7
A mist lies low in the valley of my chest: A flimsy veil o'er pain – dark grey monolith That cannot be moved. The shifting of plates Leaves its mark on the earth. It cannot be reversed. But I still know this land. The shifting of plates Does not
I felt hate for you, and now all I feel is tired.