Recent state of things: creativity override, feeling a surge of inner fire again. I feel something big is about to happen… not necessarily something great, but something is stirring inside me. Mid-April check-in and thought process. Fragment of a story. I have created an archive of characters and stories, deciding to go with a bit of experimentation. There are so many tableaus that seem to interconnect, but I can’t seem to find the thread. I have these images running through my head: a girl who refuses to get out of the bathtub for three days. She has been eating the exact same things every day. For breakfast, butter biscuits soaked in cold milk. For lunch, simply boiled corn with lemon juice on it. For dinner, grated potatoes with eggs. And I’m the one who prepares her meals, leaving them on a wooden tray hovering over the bathtub. 🛀 She refuses to talk to me. On the third day, I wake up with a wet face. She is standing over me, completely drenched and naked, asking something random like, “Are you brave?” Then we dig a grave in the backyard, but we refuse to elaborate on what it’s for. We see the neighbour watching us from the window as she bakes a lemon cake.