Day 1
I arrived to the train station by 9pm after a long 36 hours trip across the western hemisphere. The Sun was still and red on the horizon, covered by a faint smoke from the latest environmental disaster. Max and Stacco were waiting to drive me to the house. We had dinner and drinks under the stars.
Constellations I didn't recognize watched over us. We saw the artificial stars from a techno fascist age crossing at high speed across the sky. A sausage shaped light went by silently while we were sunken into the blissful calmness of finally having met. Ann Marie seemed tired after the smoke, but the sweets I brought from home seemed to gave her respite.
There's a wooden throne on my room. Standing before it I'm only left to wonder whose master sat on it. The throne was positioned a little away from the kinkless bed. There are also angles written over the walls and the layout of the room itself has very queer angles... the space is wide but shortened at the same time because of them.
I'll sleep now.