Fora Koryū

I mean it's kind of a place to explore if you want. I am trying to let it stay, first, a (place) I go to in order to find things out. On the inside, get it outside, look at it and sit. But they're all words, mostly, and I wish on a dish for other eyes and ears.
It's been yeeaarrs.

I don't want to be here, with all of our squabbles and hatreds and plans. Sometimes I hate it, our war of societies.

But I do want to be here. Dredging the rivers with our toes and sifting through inclusions in draining sand to find those special stones left standing between our fingers, yours and mine.

And I want you to be here, if you are one of those who want to be here – those who say or think or wonder like things. I don't want to fuss or haggle. Don't want to be bold or annoying. I just want to speak, like you do you can you should
definitely, if you want to,
check out the hamburger menu –
walk the paths to hidden pages –
follow footnotes down and headnotes up and someday
maybe
we can write back and forth to each other.

The AI bots think that I should give you an orientation to this blog. I think that I should be wary when AI bots give advice. I also think that humans (should) rule (creation)* and the bots (should) serve us. So,

I don't know, dear ones – maybe just wander around and check out the library, the attic, the shed. There are rooms off of rooms, and a bigger room off of the main room, which also has rooms off of rooms off of rooms. If you dig it, cool; if you don't, thank you for peeking at what it is like to
grow
smaller.

peace out,
PB

*Not like (unnamed) world or business leaders; like New Adam, New Eve.