Status Updates From Sea, Poison

20 pages in and this is already batshit crazy

Have relinquished control

Occasionally, I have the habit of picking up a book in a mood when I am already feeling untethered, one that accelerates and deepens the feeling of being quite confused about reality, logic. This book makes my skin itch, it’s like a vortex to a world just slightly off. Really, it’s my fault for asking the clerk at Rile for something surreal. Last time I felt like this, it was “Notes of a Crocodile”…