I have decided to try and let that which has burdened me in my past fall away from my shoulders. It's a daunting task in itself, but I've a few associates who do their best to help see me through it in my times of darkness. Would've helped more if I hadn't run into Lovett when I first arrived, but that's neither here nor there.
And I long for the simpler, easier times of the mid-1800s, where nothing was near as automated and soulless as things have become. So impersonal and chilled are these days that I feel like a relic, a shadow, a ghost. However, I do rather like television and the great span of music that's come since my death. It's another hard process, trying to assimilate into a world you barely know, built over a world you clearly remember.