Stell,

I write to keep going. It helps to know where you are. The music of the machines invades everything. I'm mostly over the nausea though I still get dizzy and sometimes ecstatic. You know how it is here. The monsters didn't cause the time problem though we still blame them or at least Eddie does.

More often than not Eddie does without me but I am still crazy about him -- maybe because it is perfect to be loved and let alone.

He schedules his epiphanies.

Sometimes I think I am trying to reconstruct Ultravioleta one letter at a time.

And that last dream. What can I say?

right now,
Nahid