The woman from before returned today. There is an increasing sense of familiarity from her, like I knew her well in a previous life.


    She talked to me and I tried to talk to her, only to get frustrated at my lack of any sort of mouthpiece. Eventually, I gave up and just listened. Everything she talked about was familiar and nostalgic for some reason. I wanted to hear more so I listened, and listened. I neglected everything else to just listen to her. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    And now I have a lot to think about. Chaotic memories jumbling about in my mind, a thousand voices all crying for attention. And now I have to sort them out.