8/24
Shit! Did I leave the krill grill on? I’m always forgetting things. Should I go back and check or just trust the logic that of course I turned it off before I left. Why wouldn’t I? I always turn it off. What is the worst thing that could happen – I burn the ocean down? Next krill grill I get is going to have a timer that I can set and have it turn off. Maybe I’ll just haul them in a sack and cook them over that volcano spewing from the bottom of the ocean. Nah, that’s a little too hot for my taste. I want them cooked, not blackened.
(props to mikey for the art – i’ve been thinking about grabbing more and writing short paragraphs about them also.)
8/13
Tense muscles are pulling tight on the fingers. Relaxation is not an option. Is it supposed to feel like this? Fingers fumble furiously over the electrolyte filled bottle. Push the palm against the cap and try to pry it loose. Look around for some assistance. Offer the bottle to the baby. Giggles rebound over the request. Splash! Splash! Splash! Tiny fingers show off their dexterity. Re-channel the energies at the task at hand. Need a distraction from the pain. The liquid is something to wash down the little orange pills to fool the pain.
8/12
Insert a portion of your eye into the realm beyond the last light. Does your eye perceive the change without the presence of your brain? Or does it cease to connect with the cortex as it passes the barrier? The lights are fantastic. A spherical pattern trails and follows the eye as the last light fades into the distance. Has the order been rearranged while the eye begins to emit new electrical impulses throughout the darkness that it leads into? Is it too late to return? Has the eye purchased a new direction in its existence?
