Window A

I don't quite remember feeling ever as queasy as this. I never feel quite at ease, there's always this nagging tugging of my stomach as it seeks to find a resting spot away from the constant churning. It must be a defect in the design to be able to be mired in depression. A short circuit somewhere, though perhaps mental health isn't a priority. We survive, and the sun comes up again tomorrow.

There was a bonfire at my doorstep yesterday night and i'm not quite sure what it was for except that it was close to one, and it was a motherbig unprotected fire. And i am fairly certain that there was a chanting/prayer session which disrupted my sleep a couple of hours in. But the dream that it was some form of exorcism i am fairly sure was an explanation my sleeping brain was trying to put together.

Daftness.