Half an hour ago, I had something I wanted to say here, but I can't recall what the fuck it was. I hardly slept last night, perhaps only four hours, thanks to the RLS (which, really, is the goddamn weirdest thing my fucked-up physiology has ever visited upon me). Perhaps, then, it really wasn't all that important.
I'm struggling to find the Wonderland story. I might have a title, either "Beyond the Laughing Sky" or "Fainting in Coils." I have a setting, a scenario, a conceit. But I don't have a story. I don't have a plot. I don't know why my characters move through that setting. I even have names I want to use: Otha Pennyworth (my paternal grandfather's name was Otha) and Palmer Apostilides. But I have no characters to go with the names. I'm pretty sure my setting has shifted from Mars to Earth, to Death Valley, likely early 21st Century, but I don't know the why of any of this, because, as yet, there's no story. Of course, as I have always acknowledged (I recently noticed it's even in my Wikipedia entry), story has never been my strong suit.
I'm starting to think all those little Pokémon specters with which Niantic has seeded the very air I breathe have upset the natural ætheric vibrations or something, destabilizing my essential humors. I can feel the little shits watching me.