I didint realise that it has been over two years since doodles began until I looked at my profile for some reason and saw an email adress listed there that seems to have been defunct forever.

They yellow tulips on my desk are wilting now and the walls of my room appear grey rather than pale purple in the morning light.

I slide around now, no longer anchored in this house, or even in this time it appears. The nameless one comes and goes but more often instead of leaving me alone completely it replaces itself with a south american man named Ferdinand. I am not very crazy.

Rooms get colder when you can't close the door. I am struck by desire to leave, but I doubt my courage.