A faded hope matches the mood of a dull morning commute.
Just in case [Jezzarath]
Travel. Before the journey, comes the preparation. A time spent in the canyons of the mind, circling at the mercy of doubt.
Transit [Le Sueur]
The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
Routine Synchronisation: Fail [Le Sueur]
Not every day goes according to the idealistic plans of the night before. Sometimes, life goes awry. Sometimes, willpower just fails.
On track [Le Sueur]
Keeping track of the monthly targets, I find myself... meeting them.
Status stream [Le Sueur]
Facing down the bad weather. Doable, but tough. Glad I'm back at the hab. But that's about all I can think.
