It’s been three weeks already, three weeks of hanging around here, or perhaps more than that, or no time at all, all of the clocks seem to be set wrong at all times. It isn’t as I expected it to be, this error has really opened my eyes to someone’s definition of hell, one I never even considered, it seems to be chaos, that’s what it’s been defined as, not pain, just chaos.

I can’t help but feel happy to be here, really, I would’ve assumed it’d get old, the upside down gravity rooms, the unthinkable architecture, the minuet little out of place details, all of these little confusions and somehow it feels perfect for me, truly perfect.

Yesterday I fell asleep in a lava cloud after being chased by a huge dog, then I woke up to an almost pitch black ice cave aside from some lanterns here and there, I found my way out in the end, it was raining cranberry juice over me as I walked back to my boat .. it was a strange day and yet somehow it felt alright; or even good. It made me think of how heaven is, if hell is chaos, then is heaven simply just order?

If that is truly the case then it sounds deathly boring to me, especially compared to this place, if heaven is order I don’t want to be there, I’d rather cranberry juice rain and crystal polar bears.. plus whatever else this place has I store for me.