Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Seven: I bought the airline.

A word, here, about changing circumstances. I’ve been having some oddly unpleasant dreams lately. That in and of itself is not especially weird, for me. I’m not talking nightmares here, not in the recent past at least, but the experiences I want to say the last week or so has been different enough from normal […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Forty One: Give me your hands, if we be friends.

A word, here, about new perspectives. I finished the first Sandman audiobook today. There are major, major, MAY-FUCKING-JOR spoilers for The Sandman beyond this point, so if you have not read it I implore you to stop now and wait for tomorrow’s post. And to also go read the Sandman. Though the audiobook is, let’s […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Forty Two: You know he’s gonna take away your promised land.

A word, here, about keeping your head on straight. I dreamed about Julia last night, which was about as pleasant as it sounds. I mean the experience itself, inasmuch as I consciously experience dreams (which are stupid and suck) and don’t just remember them, was not particularly unpleasant. I dreamed that I was leaving a […]