As I have existed in such a recent time of a reoccurring space, the influences and actions of who is around me have struck their chords in harmonic resonance with me. I have collected my data and will soon be visiting my muse for her inspirations. Though now is my search interesting because she tends to play silly games of battleship with me constantly. But lingering hints here and there like misses on the board draw me ever closer on the one-sided game, for my ships are only hit with the chance of Yahtzee and the roll of the dealer wanting to win. Upon my return I will have bountiful feasts for the minds of those who's eyes won't see. A shame.

"But in my mind, there is an endless field of flowers. And when I find this place I pray, to fall face down and die, and animals will come, to eat my flesh and part of me will sink into the earth and I will have mattered... mattered."