It always begins six months earlier. Some place that doesn’t make sense. A camera I don’t remember owning. Thoughts that don’t feel like mine. These are fragments of something darker—dreams with no waking, memories without origin, and something watching from just beyond the frame.
The Well Part 2
August 6, 2025
The Well
July 30, 2025
Absent
July 23, 2025
Framed
July 16, 2025
Parched
July 9, 2025
Through
July 2, 2025
Holding
June 25, 2025
Return
June 18, 2025
Washed
June 11, 2025
Swamped
June 4, 2025
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