>>18733954I had a dream a few days ago. I was standing on the sidewalk in a nonspecific large city. It was distinctly American, likely New York, I’ve had Law & Order on as background noise for about a week after all. I was looking down at my phone in a panic. The TJPW show started in half an hour and I needed to get there. I needed to see Maki. My eyes dart up searching for a cab while I’m simultaneously trying to frantically find a ride in the Uber app. The quickest one that can get me to the venue is an hour out. I start running through alleys and sidestreets, panicking, praying that I’m running the right way. I somehow make it. There are people standing outside waiting to get in. The marquee is lit up with all of the player’s names. A new panic sets in. I have none of my merch. No cheering towels, no shirts, no nothing. I sprint across the street into an apartment building. Apparently I live there? I race up three or four flights of stairs and into a tenement style studio. I dig through a closet lined with green shag carpeting and dig out my stuff. I run back to the venue and rush inside. Misao and Namba are grappling on top of a large, circular bar crammed into a too small room. I turn to the guy next to me and ask him if I missed the Maki match. He tells me that she’s not on the card.
Monday evening I decided to see what’s going on in the thread. It’s the first I’ve browsed it since the incident aside from dropping these blogs and then immediately closing the window. I open up /pw/ and the thread at the top of the catalog is one of her OF photos asking what’s next. It makes my blood boil just as intensely as always. I click on /tjpw/. Nothing’s changed. Is that good or bad? I quickly pick a fight with spammerschizo. There’s comfort in the banter. Someone falsely accuses me of spamming the catalog with Maki threads. I close my browser in disgust. They still don’t understand me.
