GEO’S JOURNAL  12/03/02

Hot lava is running down the canyon where the river used to be.  It boiled the water in an instant when it came down, like water in a frying pan.  The air smells acrid with sulfur, and heavy with water vapor.  The house remains untouched, as if it is in itself untouchable.  Everyone else is gone, it seems; even the Moles.

There is no doubt in my mind now that I am brain-damaged or worse…mentally ill… hallucinating.  This is a tough blow for someone who is a licensed psychologist. The things around me cannot be happening.  If they are, this world is ending.

Where will I go?  For I know that I am not ending; I am sure of it.  I am not afraid of the things happening around me—I am afraid for my mind.  My mind and my spirit and my consciousness will all remain, but if they are not lucid and trustworthy… what is the point?

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2:02:52 PM