Wednesday, July 4, 2012

two hundred and fourth night

it appears that i have been sharing a motel room with my new friend - whose real name it appears is anya. apparently, it's been four months since my last post, which indicates to me that something went...wrong during our encounter with the mother and child of the bar-yuchnei.

it's troubling. i remember the black sands. and then...there's a hole in my memory. like whatever happened between then and now was simply plucked out.

anya seems to be both calm and panicking at the same time. i'm afraid i know how she feels.

edit: and here's anya.

1 comment:

  1. Lack of memory is troubling. It implies other forces at work. The Blind Man being a likely candidate. It has been observed as a side effect of others though.