Journal: August 1st, 3304
01 Aug 2018Karuiko
So... I suppose it's been a while... A LOOONNGGG while since I wrote my last log. Well, typed. Part of that is what I've been thinking lately. Krittercon had talked about us remaking outfits for a cafe in Suzuki. Old ones. Which had reminded me of the style of things from the past. I had been doing deliveries aboard the Aria while listening to some old music from the era we've been born into. It just makes me think, what was the state of our nation a thousand years ago, when we were fast asleep under the ground? This pen I have kept as a gift, I can't even use anymore as writing is just outright dead...
Looking around me, the imperial whiteness, it's starting to make me despise it, wish for things to go back to how they were. My mind is just drawing a blank on how to explain it. Sure places such as the Imperial Palace look nice too, but it doesn't really feel like "home" to me. But of course I guess you can say that is to be expected of someone who's home got blown up and forced them underground to be cryogenically frozen.
But perhaps that's probably the best thing about opening these new places in stations like Suzuki. Maybe I can regain that homely feel through it. All of us can.
Commander Karuiko, signing out.
--May the wind be ever in your favor--