dementia.

where've I been? fuck if I know. point is, I'm back. from wherever. and I brought souvenirs, only they're invisible and not worth shit. i went on this trip, but it wasn't fun and i don't really recall getting anywhere. there were landmarks and tourist locales and restaurants and beautiful scenery, but i didn't look at any of them, eat at any of them, or generally give a fuck. i wandered around, like a child on LSD and tried to figure out if the demons i was seeing were real or hallucinogenic. i still haven't figured that out, but i still see them here at home. whatever. at least they don't bite. but anyway, i'm back. it's good to be home. being away for too long makes you feel like you're a completely different person. it makes you feel like someone you're not. it makes you feel like you've forgotten who you are, were, and intended to be. it puts you in a state of dementia.