Everything is Somewhere.

Saturday 8th of June 2019

The only reason I’m scared of ageing is because ageing reveals time, and time reveals a lack of progress in any given direction.

I want an agent to take care of my career for me.

I want a career.

I want ‘The Murder of Miss O’ to be republished, by a publisher who wants to promote it.

I want quieter neighbours.

Important things. Simple things.

I’m worried that my lack of interest in my dad is me becoming him, or is this repetition just his karma? I find it hard to care and I feel guilty for it, but my guilt doesn’t compel me to care more. I still feel it’s best to stay away, to protect myself. Whatever. This diary’s almost finished. We’re approaching the last page. Good thing I bought a new one, and a pack of pencils.

Good night diary. Thank you for being here for me. Really, thank you.

‘The Murder of Miss O’, a novella, that I wrote… and illustrated. You can buy it, it is available, honest.

[‘The Hatchet Explains it All’ has come to an end. Next book, ‘Honesty is Only a Disease’.]