Thursday, 10 March 2011


Today has just been awful. I kept seeing things, kept hearing things - knockings, like someone was trapped inside the walls, whisperings and laughter - and feeling them. Their many hands grabbing my shoulders

and I can hear it even now. There are some sounds I can't positively make out, but it's bothering me, scraping the surface of my brain and there's that smoke smell again-- but I can't differentiate it from the true scent, I can't tell if it's absolute or not so I'll have to walk around the house to make sure zero is on fire.

Some of the boxes are still unpacked. I feel as if something will disappear if I unpack them.

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