nostr:npub10n9kwhemskr7uzjrp7ltr4nj9j6fdl5vkv0u8vc56u9tsfwh84hsrdtjug I wish. 

I try to chisel the character’s key festures in stone, only to see them collapse like ozymandius into a signpost. The key beats are assembled into a scaffolding missing numerous planks and supports. As I struggle to fill in details, I find myself regretting everything, including the initial log line. But. There’s a story there, waiting for me to assemble it.