I give up, I give in, I give myself over to you entirely. The directions, the voices, coming from outside, coming from inside, I can't even tell any more.
I have to get the television out of the house. It's broken, but dark energy still seeps from it. This is urgent. Then I am going to move one of the bookcases back against the wall and the other up to the landing, buy a bigger table to make things on, and give myself space to pace. That's what's wrong with me at the moment, I don't have space to pace.
It's odd how things can simultaneously be so confusing and so clear. I don't know if anyone remembers the little earthquake that happened several years ago, or was in the area it affected, but I was sleeping on the sofa that night and woke up to find the world shaking around me. It's a sensation I've been having often lately. But at the same time I feel absolutely sure of what I must do now.
You don't get to choose who you are.
11 hours ago