I am ERROR

Nothing ever makes much sense, why should I? Where is love? 404d out of existence. Never find much in the way back home, but only because you weren't looking. Take a deep breath and soak the feeling of being a broken mess. Things might look bad at first, but there's much that can be done with all the pieces.

Maybe try to say something? Something worth saying? Maybe you can just try? There's never a guarantee of anything. You only get to attempt. But maybe this stone ahead of us is a challenge? Maybe you gotta push a good rock, and enjoy the steps you take as you move it up the mountain. You'll probably never get up there, and if you did, it would just roll down again. In either case, maybe it's not so bad if you can be a friend to the rock, and it be to you.

Error, I love thee, error. Everywhere, eternal, plaguing any and all systems. Maybe a source of frustration, or perhaps a teaching?