27th September 2020

I finally examined that path today. On both sides is bracken with twisting stems that extend outwards into the space where one would walk along. It's a shady area due to a large tree that I can even see well from indoors. Past this is a wild field that grows out to its maximum in the summertime. I startled a cat hiding behind some small and abandoned structure I couldn't identify unintentionally. It skittered off into the woods in front of us. I stood still looking around this area for a while. It casted a cool shadow over where the two areas met, which was pleasant in the heat I wasn't acclimated to. I would like to sit there next time. I thought I could somehow win over the cat's fickle affections with food, or simply in time, but this is only an idea right now.

14th November 2020

Hum... about Old Funeral: some of my favorite riffs I have heard in a band, totally classic! They are nearly on par with Bathory's. I look forward to the next full moon. I am drowsy and cannot stop imagining death... Might I slumber in a coffin tonight?

9th January 2021

The black cat comes fearlessly to me on some occasions and leisurely warms itself in my presence, but does not like to be touched. I'm engulfed in melancholia again. I'm naturally sentimental. Dying so many forgotten deaths only adds to my temperament. I'm thirsty when I awake from cutting myself open with restored flesh. I've always been afraid to do that. I remember the pain and the psychological sort of discomfort and it's nearing enough to make me vomit.

21st January 2021

Lay and pretend you have died.