I'm going away.

I'm going to San Francisco tomorrow. I'll be gone for about a week, hopefully. I hate flying. Flying is for phantoms and people who are secure in humanity and technology. I am neither of these things. If I live, I will update you on my travels. Don't be too confident. I'm not.

P.S. If I die, please label me a prophet and publish everything I've written as gold. But, pile all the money on my makeshift grave and leave it there. Do not attempt to use it. I will make your walls drip blood, and you will never have to use your air conditioning again. But don't consider that to be a good thing.


Hopefully this won't be me.