#efferent

page 181 - do you ever just sit stoned in your bedroom and imagine 18th century battles that never happened, all cannon smoke and feathered hats, then proceed to draw elaborate maps clarifying the troop movements?

Me too!

I wish I had access to a pen and paper so I could pass the time doing this right now. Also, a bedroom, something to get me high, food, water, a topical cream for this rash, sunlight, friendship, etc.

page 180 - my dream job, a roller skating server at a retro diner celebrating an america that has been lost or possibly never was. I was fired because I kept asking people what it was like to be trapped inside a collective national dream.

Also, missed a bunch of shifts, dropped hot fries and cold shakes on a congressman, etc.

page 180 - is that a fish? Are those fishes?

I can hear a sound that can only be described as flopping about, but I can’t see anything.

Maybe there’s an underground river that is finally re-emerging, soon to fill the cell and drown all the creatures that live herein.

How many creatures live here, and do I count my surviving gut biome individually?

page 180 - is that a bat? Are those bats?

I can hear a sound that can only be described as flitting about, but can see nothing.