The Road To The CDT: Part 2

Well, here we are. Boiling to death from the inside. My body strives to make itself an unsuitable host for some virus bastards I can’t fight back against. I have to look out the window and chuck phlegm and wait and hell you better believe Im frowning.

This is no way to start a meditation. Who brings heat to the desert? What kind of lunatic am I? Can’t find the medication. Things will get better. When they take my ticket I’ll go blow a ton of snot out then tear my bag apart. Yeah, that oughta be peaceful!

I’m of course overreacting. I just can’t wrap my head around all this chaos that manifested from good dreams and –

Is the train moving or am I?

Tomorrow, Elizabeth after two years, and the desert, population 2600 plus us city burnouts.