Lockdown

&LOG ..#317
I noticed it for the first time yesterday, as I went to bed, on my shoulder, a small dark wave. It grew. It looks more like a flowing web this morning, just larger.
2020^3 ̈3

&LOG ..#318
I’d never realised how empty it was, my apartment, despite all the junk. Full of stuff, devoid of substance... I think boredom is going to get me, unless that dark stuff does the job faster. Dunno what it is... It grows.
2020^3 ̈4

&LOG ..#319
Didn’t do anything yesterday... Carrousel of kinet- ic junk, and I pay for it every month. Go figure... Ah! I heard my neighbour crying. I don’t like her anyway. 2020^3 ̈6

&LOG ..#320
I went to see her this morning. Not that I was concerned... Just annoyed by the whining. She showed it to me. It’s like “mine”: a complex network of lines; noires. It grows. 2020^3 ̈7

&LOG ..#321
Couldn’t find anything online about it. It’s like a germ. It grows, and that all it does actually. No pain, no fever, no symptoms. It just grows.

2020^3 ̈9

&LOG ..#322
Nothing to do anyway, so I decided to give some substance back to my burrow: dumping away all the rubbles of my “memories”. I found my old film camera in a box. Completely forgot about that stuff. Only 7 frames left.
2020^3 ̈11

&LOG ..#323
My neighbour’s name’s Lucy. Dunno why I never cared to ask. She’s bored too. We agreed we’d have fun with the camera. Filling the void... She’s actually pretty. Dunno why I never cared to look.
2020^3 ̈12

&LOG ..#324
Still growing, still no pain, no fever. It just grows... We finished the roll.
2020^3 ̈13

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