he got down onto one knee right then & there & carved four stakes out of firewood. this is some professional ass shit. today i invented something i'm pretty happy with. it sort of started as one thing, & permutated into another, as it went through each iteration, it picked up something new. ended up peppering a reference to games with kingtycoon, which is always preferable to referencing some anonymous author. in my head, some of the things we've got in common later readers will try to track to a definable etymology, history in folklore. & sometimes it will work out, but othertimes the organic twistings on original creation will just make it seem mythically resonant. so now maybe i should stop listening to music & writing away & go to bed.