"delirium was the only solution to the strangulation that life had prepared for him."

Nothing and nothing and nothing. And more nothing. I haven't slept since I got Dad's letter. I haven't eaten or moved from this one spot. I feel ill. I should probably go and eat something, it'll probably make me feel better. Then I should try and make some sort of sense of all this. But I don't know if I can. Berry hasn't shown up yet. He hasn't even sent me a message or made a call. The network can't be down again. It's beautiful outside. So beautiful. It's the type of weather that lulls people into a false sense of security. They go outside to take in some sun and then they choke to death.

I think I'll go eat.