I'll have what she's having

It's those six month cycles I guess. Do seasons change every six months? Or every three? Every few hours it seems like now. Shifting from sleeping to waking, confusion to clarity, finding moments of rest when I can.

If you find yourself in the underworld, don't eat the food. They'll bring you a menu of delights, you're not supposed to taste them or you'll be trapped there forever. Silver platters, tablecloths, gold toilets, wine and cake served with white gloves, art deco posters on the wall by the bar. They pretend at taste, but none of their food ever has any flavor.

I studied the menu for a very long time trying to remain in choice...