Transcription 1: Elsewhere

I'll start by transcribing the logs I made in my notebook, before I had access to this computer.

25-04-13, 9AM

I am... somewhere.

Space doesn't work the same way here. I walk through a doorway, I don't end up in the room next door. I end up in an alleyway, a barn, an empty park late at night.

It doesn't make sense.

I've stopped in what looks like an abandoned apartment. It's barren: rough wood floors, peeling wallpaper, and a lone forgotten chair. Dust motes catch dim light from the windows, which open into a narrow gap between buildings. All I can see is the brick wall of the building across. I can hear a city, just out of sight.

I'm afraid to move. I'll just get more lost. Is it possible to be lost in a place where space isn't respected? Yes. I definitely feel lost.

It's hard to cope with the anxiety. It's too bad I have so much trouble crying, I bet that would feel pretty good right now, to let it out.

I just need to sit, take a hundred slow breaths. I'll figure this out.