Lamma Island, 1:41PM – Overcast.

Entry 64

A dull roar is the tone set for the new year. A dull roar in the form of a headache, a long grey headache. If it could be extracted, the surgeon would be holding a slab of concrete, rectangular and unadorned. A curb. We ought to curb ourselves this year. I will. But no more of these headaches, please.

There is someone far away I would like to speak to, to give them my headache. I could paint it a nice color. And we could be friends again.