Two crows converse on the roof of a small home.
The First: Do you ever think the humans below us think us vermin?
The Second: No, I hope they find the sound of our footsteps fine company.
Never was the crows thought as vermin. Admired they were as they drank from the sidewalk pools with soft pink flowers that drifted and gathered fragile, thin sticks. No, they were beautiful.
Fine company, there are indeed.
I know this is going to be hard to make. But I like the idea that this website is up in the internet somewhere. We are like satellites, you know? Drifting in endless space but every once in a while, we send signals back to mission control, even if we are deemed as dead (or inactive in the case of satellites).
While I am at it, I would like to think of a name to this series.
I think most entries will be around night. I'm becoming a sort of nocturnal person. Akin to a tiger. Year of the tiger, tiger, tiger, burning bright and all of that.
Currently I'll use this journal to learn HTML. AANd jot things down of course.
Can't figure out how to use quotation marks in texts witth looking like: "
Did it actually just work.
aiej"
"I can actually say things now"
Learned some basics with tutorial and how to bold stuff. And quotation marks. Good nightie for now.