Qjapheme

 It has been over 10 years since my last entry. Texts have become explicitly frightened, literal, unrooted. Qjapheme is needed. I've never had such difficulty hearing it before. The quiet and the need are proportional.

I think doors made with careful words open onto better worlds than those made by desperation. Dreaming Cities and Nightmare Slums. Our dreams ought to be overdesigned, like bridges and towers. Our words should be those which have withstood a thousand doubt-filled arrows. We should not cling to tattered linens thrown up against the hurricane while shouting, "I am safe, you cannot hurt me" moments before we are swept away.

We must live as though we are what we are not. Immortal. Genius. Brave. Only through pretending may we be.

So I will seek to break from the confines of a dream. By treading the shattered landscape of Wonderland mirrors, windows into a billion mind palaces, I will aim to incept peace by subterfuge. First in my own dream, and then to others. Drain the ocean water until all islands are connected by at least a little common ground.