Pronoun today:

They/them

Thoughts on the last few days:

Saw my friends from high school all of a sudden. Three of them were in my hometown, by coincidence. They were lovely. We talked. For some reason, I don’t really feel like sharing what we said. But we talked for a couple of hours and then parted ways and I don’t know when I’m going to see them again. Everything disappears with time. If you’re reading this, one of my old friends, I am grateful for you. I am glad you were there. I am glad you survive. Keep surviving. I’m sorry I never call.

Dream:

Apocalypse. A small group is left. A marriage ceremony between two of the other survivors, where they, and me as an officiant, float around in zero gravity until we come to a stop, and the positions our rag doll bodies end up in are a prophecy for the future of a relationship. The woman ends up shattering a window, and a share of glass is buried 4inches into the back of her neck. I disappear into the floor in shame and fear. The survivors all have sex with each other, some more surreptitiously than others. I am having sex with a woman who looks like IS from college, but she refuses to top me because someone might see. Later. IK from high school masturbstes me as we lean against an oil tanker. I haven’t had my pills recently, and I ejaculate. The survivors clean a giant warehouse. It takes time. I sweep the endless floor with my bare foot. I find the ripped up diary of a preacher. I don’t bother to read it. We feed the trash into a machine. We’re almost ready for something.

Have You Been Saved?

No