Dies Natalis Solis Invicti

Dec. 25, 2025

Fishing again. Me, the ocean. That overwhelming power that fills my soul, that calms me, well, it's calm today. But even in the midst of storms and waves, it fills me with peace. How do you explain it? It's like a charge I can absorb. It fills the void with magnitude and immensity. It overwhelms and drowns everything that creeps its way into the emptyness.

There's no bait, no big fish today. Just hungry birds. Don't care. At least that's what I tell myself. I do live in this obligatory world, although tentatively.

Another year. Another fishing experience that changes absolutely nothing. These excursions don't mean as much as they used to. The youthful days are gone along with just about everything else. People, places, all from past ages.

Obligatory
Desensitory
All the glory
All the days 
What a story 
That none can see
It's just a haze
In the past days of eternity 

Tide's coming in. What will it bring? Will things change? Will the fish roll in or just more gray fog? What are the consequences of following my own obligatory liaisons?