[Diary page 3]
It truly doesn't sound like a dream eithrr a nightmare. I feel aliv e and dead at the same time. I think I'm walking in a real street with a real weirdo pushing a hot dog cart. There's nobody in the streets. What would he even sell food at night? Reminds me the time I was walking alone outside after a party night and streets were empty... I felt empty too. Hungry. So hungry. I could had eat anything this time. But the hot dog man wasn't there. Anyway is there any food in his tiny cart?
What the hell. She's everywhere. Behind every single window. This huge large silhouette. Like a tall human but... It could have not been disturbing if there was not this perfect glowing circle in her belly. Like a hole that lets in the light of the flat. And yup this hot dog man is yelling at her.
I would throw a dollar or two through this hole. Then I'll ask this infinite human woman to destroy her buildings.
Hell. I'm back in my own building home now.