(10/7/25)

I see chrome fields, pink sky. Nights are longer, I just never remember them all the way through. I remember how quickly time can lapse. Another day and then another. Today was a full moon. The people were just rubber-necking the sky. Crowds are crimson hues under a full moon, all odds and ends. Darks and lights not mixing. I’m typing chick scratch and I make eye contact for too long. I worry about asking people about their day. People keep giving odd looks. I remember that I forgot to get my meds again. Should probably do that...

Done.

The Walmart was half fumigation hood. Smelled like wood glue. Every drive thru was full. I feel slightly ill but that might be from the moon. It is hard to articulate anything in static words. No more concise terms. Full definitions only, pronunciations included. I have work to do yet I don’t. My phone gives off noxious fumes, demanding that I pick it up. I am the dog on the floor and every time I move the owner shocks me and I’m also the owner and this metaphor fucking Sucks!!!!!!!

~clancy