I never thought borderline could happen here. This city is a bubble and it has always been nothing if not safe. Borderline is a dorky bar where they square dance. I don’t understand...

The wind has been howling for hours, it’s almost enough to make the wind chime sound ominous. But I like the wind. I like the whistling trees...
But a few minutes ago I heard a loud thud like something snapped or fell, then we lost all power in the house. So I am sitting in the dark on my phone contemplating the grove.

When I grabbed my phone I saw the county issued an emergency alert because there is a brushfire two exits north or so. The hills are burning.

So there you have it. If you want to talk about what is seen without light, you may also have to be willing to confront total darkness. Because you realize you aren’t afraid of what you don’t see, but what you cannot see could be anything...

Are my thoughts loud enough that I am not alone? It feels like I have a whole constellation of entities that are here with me, flickering between universes but hanging out here.

Well...is this what we fear death will be? Just dark and empty but you have to be bored and alone with the emptiness for the rest of time? I have no doubt you would eventually take yourself to wonderland in the absence of all input.

I realized that when everyone I knew claimed to be Satan, that somehow a claw was reaching for me...a hand without eyes swinging its arms around. It would be absurd if not for its disturbing persistence, but the funny bone of horror and comedy is still uncanny. That’s where you come to after the impossible. After the impossible is the unknowable, because the boundaries of its measurement are an event horizon from which nothing returns.

I sometimes think that strange entities have some kind of resonance and end up at a crossroads somehow, a liminal space where reality remarks upon itself as it dissects its god/s.

At some point the everyday impossible becomes expected and when others react at slight strangeness you wonder what kind of shriek they would make living out this reality.

Anyway...a dark room full of good answers. Nothing to do with them. Nowhere to go. Nothing but Kali’s shade and the ghost I created to keep her company.