Getting through the year. Over half a year ago I made the first 2022 entry. Time does fly, along with years of my life. Thank God that decades back time moved slower. More time to think, examine, consider.
Writing What has happened to that? Typing has become tedious. Getting a new keyboard this week, one w/o the 10-key section. That might help. Another factor is laziness in writing in my ideas, which abound and stretch out into decent scenarios. “River” is forming. The twenty minutes it takes me to go to sleep are filled with extensions of the scene of Sammy on his asphalt palette. Writing is my salvation if I can work through pure laziness and avail myself of it.
Current Ideas Sammy acts as an oracle, giving each resident, in turn (?), the required path out of Junction. For Dude, this is the river illusion; for Dana (?); Becky (?). Dana is the first to imagine that she and the others are dead. This leads to a discussion with Sammy.
