Solaris has come around once more. As much as I loathe to remember what I once considered home, I prefer to acknowledge this holiday over Christmas. At least Solaris didn't come with such grating music played near ritualistically. I don't know who this Mariah Carey is, but I'm sick to death of that bloody song.
So, regardless, I have offerings for my...friends.
I have friends. Such a foreign word. But I would like to bring them into the new year with me, and if I may allow myself a moment of optimism, perhaps even one more.














