While Victor is off in Paris, I’m back home! (I don’t know how he can be bored there if I managed to find people to hang out with in Puedelag, the smallest town on the planet… not really… also please excuse the name. It’s hard to pronounce. No one really knows how to say it.)
Anyway, yeah. Life back home in Puedelag has been cool. Today is my first day “alone.” My mom’s still here, but the RT 13 travelers are gone and my brother is off on international travel.
I have rediscovered my hatred of the color amber. I keep being drawn towards it, because it’s sort of a cool color from a distance. Then I get closer and it always turns me away. It’s hazy. It looks vaguely poisonous. It feels like someone’s anger has been sitting for far, far too long. It reminds me of George Quentin as a caterpillar, wrapped up in a cocoon. It wasn’t a very nice cocoon, either. It was an amber cocoon. Then I got the hell out of the cocoon and that amber got turned into my wings.
I think I need to get a grip on these late-night posts. My bad.
As always, thanks for reading!