And so it began this day: full bladder and crusted eyes. A dirty mind. Lately, pornography. Lately, desire. Lately, something that nudges me to step out of my membrane of sloth. Lately, self-loathing. Scarves for a cold neck. Red sweaters, red hoods. Lately, I got swallowed by a wolf. I'm Red Riding Hood. I'm no one. I'm an Alice with nothing to show for her life except keloid scars.

And how does this matter when nothing really matters? Decline.