dinner with penumbra tonight

Meet the World.

My to-do list is smaller every day. Take my certificate to the police, pick up a cheque from the lawyers, pack more in boxes, sneak more recycling across the street to the other building's bins, and always, always, take care of the kittens.

There is still no sky to speak of. From horizon to horizon, it is the same blank wall it was yesterday and the day before. We live in a dome, a bubble of nothing in particular. I need out of here and yet I can barely leave my house. This makes me home-sick like nothing else I've ever seen.

Nicholas, I am appropriating your clothing. In return, to make up for stretching your sweater, I present to you JazzTube. Enjoy.

edit: apparently I need a writing portfolio - anyone have any favourites?