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 Eventually it’ll be too much to bear - you’ll buy a rope, do your tasks, eject yourself from the Skeld, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your crewmates will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth occupation, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a crew mate is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a single bone that is unmistakably a crewmate’s.
 
 This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back
+{[para]}
+*Left house today on Kellere's drugged recommendation. Sunlight brighter than I remember. Hurts eyes; skin. Paused to examine strange, Marsey-like creature lazing in next door garden, when elderly neighbour greeted me with "Good morning". A good sign: outside people growing increasingly woke on gussy question.*
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+*Before returning to attempted categorization of :marseygarden:, took opportunity to ask neighbour his thoughts Re: trains. In response he recommended an autism helpline, no doubt coyly referencing AGP phenomenon. Decided he was too much of a ruqqoid to be worth inviting to Taytay.life. Perhaps baitable? Will fetch cumjar and return to garden later.*