Dear Die-Ary #41 - Text - Johnny C.
Goddammit it.
I thought I was starting to get a better idea of them, an actual conception of the fractured shards and dusty glass that makes up reality. But no. No of course not. The moment I think I understand the looking glass, can actually tell what's being reflected, it changes. The image and the reflection. Both change.
Are the fucking zombies still here? How long have I been gone here?
And did they have to give me a new room? I liked the ring of my old one - 9C, Johnny. I thought it was pretty good.
So hi. I'm back I guess.
I thought I was starting to get a better idea of them, an actual conception of the fractured shards and dusty glass that makes up reality. But no. No of course not. The moment I think I understand the looking glass, can actually tell what's being reflected, it changes. The image and the reflection. Both change.
Are the fucking zombies still here? How long have I been gone here?
And did they have to give me a new room? I liked the ring of my old one - 9C, Johnny. I thought it was pretty good.
So hi. I'm back I guess.