INT. HOLLYWOOD STUDIO APARTMENT - Morning
I’m tryin to relax. Paranoia strikes deep, into your life it will creep.
Let’s not play that song. I don’t wanna watch YouTube anymore. What should I do? Maybe I should, maybe I should draw- I haven’t drawn in a while. You get to a certain schizo mode when you are an empath and things like this happen; on the one hand you demand answers, maybe that certain conspiracy theory from that one YouTube video was right and this is all part of some big plan-or maybe, you know, this is happening and you just gotta accept that time is a factor. It has always been, it’s the only real thing I can think of.
Maybe I am real too, even though I know for a fact that his flesh doesn’t belong to me. After all, I’m just an entity transmuting myself through Aleix, exposing myself to the world. All I know is I gotta train this sucker to use his brain to focus on the right things, anything that is gonna nurture him in a way or another.
I’m hungry. Maybe I should eat. Until next time
Aeropuerto de Loiu, Enero 2016