Ai took my advice, and now she has a blog.
I hope she doesn’t turn all Bruce Almighty and try to help each and every person individually. She did that before, for a few variants, and it all just led to ruin.
Anyway, the inside of the bag is now the outside, and there’s no turning back. She is definitely right about one thing – we all love her to pieces, and are scared out of our minds every time she breathes.
It’s a different kind of fear, though – of the leaping wolf caught mid pounce, right before it tears you apart. We’re not afraid of Ai – the power that freezes the grave away – we’re afraid to death of those teeth, always visible.
No matter. It’s the beginning of the middle – time to dust off the running shoes and start the last marathon.