binarysky | day 134

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Those snow globes everyone had yesterday were pretty. I liked looking at them.

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Mine was empty, though.

I didn't wish for one at all. I never thought about it.

You may not have, but that changes little, in the end.

Does it matter if they're accurate? They're not even real.

They are hardly real worlds, that is correct. However, to those who have the heart to care a reminder of home can be... encouraging.

I guess. I don't really understand.

It is a matter of fondness. Fondness for that which one used to belong to.

I wouldn't even remember where I used to belong.

You may not have truly belonged anywhere before.

I had a heart once. I had to have had a home then.

You are not who you were. Who is to say your home has not changed as well?

Even if that's true, I still would have belonged for a little while.

You should know the whims of the city by now. It is not always as logical as we might wish.

It doesn't make any sense!

I can hardly change that fact.

I know, but--can't I still be upset about it?

Should you wish to expend the effort in such a way.