[...] Anyone know where I can find food around here? I’m
starving.
And if I’m dead, I think there should be good food available Or if this is a dream. Probably a dream. Afterlife wouldn’t have me snuggling with a kitten, would it? And I don’t feel dead Not that I know where “here” is. But I mean. At all.
I’m dead or dreaming and writing in a journal how does that even make any fucking sense ohoho it doesn’t I could eat leaves but I’d rather not.
Not that I mind being in the middle of no where. No where's better than some somewheres.
Oh, no, you're not crazy, are you old chap? Nah, just fucking entirely But, uh, this somewhere could use a little
[...] or a lot of explanation because I don’t think I’m supposed to be here. Not that I mind, as I said. Knowing why/how/etc wouldn’t go amiss at all, though.
If I’m dead James. Lily. You two are dead, are you around, being all dead afterlife like? [...] Then you’d know where there’s a fucking restaurant-