11 November 2023

Happier than ever, such an amazing feeling to finish a long series. What will I do next? I am excited to see. Sweet perfume, burnt wood, and coriander—right here, right in the present. Can I close my eyes and see? Will you show me the signature of each thing? Will you cause me to understand? Are we going somewhere good? If it is good, will it appear good to me? Give me the courage to face my doubts. I continue my journey. And now I have a map? The preacher penetrates the white light more than ever before, sacrificing more of himself, surrounded by pale sand and the mysterious white circles. It's a fine tropical day. Pirates adventure the seas, like in the days of old when kings and princes were pirates. It was only in the more civilized lands that they were shown hospitality and had no need to plunder. Serpents, the good ones and the bad, wind their way through the turquoise water. The taller many-footed monster finds his now grown and longer legs and feet more awkward. The boy decomposes inside the belly of the carnivorous plant. The sands are shifting. My eyelid twitches. My foot does not vibrate. Monsters are held in their prisons. The dam wall remains intact. There seems to be some splashing occurring at the diversion. Some things seem on the precipice of appearing. The boy is held captive somewhere in the pale sands. I would like to do my room in these colors. Pale walls with white polka dots, deep blue or black tiles with natural rock patterns—or whatever would evoke the sea—dark wood trimmings, black, red, and turquoise objects scattered throughout, and plants.