2020-
my own personal sleepbook.
After the heatwave came the flood, and then the sun exploded. For months, I carried that journal, blank pages, a testament to my failures.
Technological leaps against a backdrop of magic.
I once ate an octopus, it killed everyone I loved. I will not eat octopus anymore.
A shadow haunted me deep. I woke up covered in sweat. Then I woke up, and woke up, and woke up again.