diary entry #1 / “more of a cat person, but i love dogs!”, a weird lispy voice that vibrates in my ears. i cant really focus on anything because i drank curdled cream this morning and now i feel like Absolute Shit™. i’ll have another coffee to numb the nausea. watching the clock pensively. i want to go home and puke. i want to go home and finish reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula.
diary entry #2 / sitting lifeless on a rocking chair. it’s a stale, ordinary chair in current state. i flip through my old photos taken with my Minolta Hi-Matic F on expired Kodak Gold film. look at how messy my writing gets on the back of the prints as you progress through them. it’s wednesday. another school shooting, 17 dead. it rained this morning.
diary entry #3 / late June. the bluish-purple hues of jacaranda flood the streets and sidewalks. the humidity hangs in the air all day and night, making the views of the trees seem more serene.
diary entry #4 / early February. calm breezes and an early setting sun make the air easier to digest. it’s crisp some days and burns my lungs. winter has removed any colour from the streets. i think about a tropical island somewhere.