Status Updates From Valencia

got about 50 pages in and it's just too depressing for my current frame of mind. I'll pick this back up at some point

I come down. I feel the earth beneath my feet…I miss the sky filled with stars whose names I can't remember. I miss my nephew sitting to my left. I cover my eyes. I fail to summon the darkness…It's the blood surging through my fingers. Our cities are too bright. We've lost our ability to see the stars, to make our way in the dark. We have turned away from God, and He is punishing us.

My father wasn't home much. He worked. After work, he visited bars. My father found dresses hard to resist. He removed as many as possible. Mother was lonely.

French mathematician René Thom defined catastrophe theory as the value of the parameter in which the set of equilibria abruptly change…When I was young my belly was hard and smooth as a dinner plate. It now beckons the knife.

it's getting sad in here