May 10th, 2017



It's green, and there are people walking around in parkas. It was in the forties when I got up this morning. The temperature has managed to creep up to a blistering 56˚F. In Birmingham it's currently 81˚F. Misery, that's what this is, my exile to this place.

Probably, if I'd made this entry two hours ago I'd have had something worth saying. At 12:09 p.m., I just don't know. I made the mistake of going out in the cold. I made the mistake of looking at the sky and the shivering homeless people panhandling by the interstate and the stunted trees, and now I can hardly breathe.

Aunt Beast

5:22 p.m.
"Shaharrazad Al Anwar Descending Mount Maelstrom"