I have this shitty feeling of my stomach being stuck in my throat. I shouldn’t have eaten all that frozen food. I definitely feel the, “undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato .” I will probably have crazy dreams. Oh damn! This resistance to sleep! Maybe the lullaby of a sudden glimmer of hope for something in the future would help me sleep. That reminds me of what Jack told me the other day. He said that when we lose the ability of remembering the past, we also lose the one to project ourselves in the future. What kind of message was he trying to get me through. FUCK. WHO CARES! SLEEP! And now this fucking sound! Yes, yes I get it! Can you just shut the fuck off, please! Seriously, at each tic I hear my anxiety and at each toc… oh it’s happening! I’m drawn into the abyss. I’m guessing it’s because everything is done to take the water that we dive in. Or maybe it’s just the earth that out of jealousy tries to swallow us up. Be careful! You shouldn’t hang around for hours in fear. You might never come back. Welcome to the place where the tears goes in the sky and the thoughts are buried underground.

Please! I need your help! I’m trapped! ————————

Please! I need your help! I’m trapped! ————————

Please, help me! I’m trapped! ————————

Please, help me! I’m trapped! ————————

Please help! Please help! I’m trapped! ————————