two weeks later
fuck, it’s been two weeks. i take back what i said about venice being weird. this city is on something. hell, i feel like i’m on something. i don’t even know where to begin if i was going to blog this out for you--all clean and clear like, so i guess i’ll just ... wing this. i mean, i’ve been recording on this ancient tape recorder i’ve been carrying around since i was like 12, but i’ve got to burn that shit--for reasons. mainly because my new roommate’s kinda klepto and i’m afraid they’ll play around with my recorder when i’m out or something and then the entire dorm’s gonna think i’m whack (not that they don’t already but you know). fuck, i’m so messed up. everything’s so messed up. i mean it was always crazy, but shit really hit the fan last week. i don’t know where to begin. it’s kind of muddled in my head, but i guess i’ll start with typing up the december entries. december 2019. that’s when i started recording. if none of this makes sense to you, gomennasai or whatever. it doesn’t make sense to me either.
