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Three letters hijack my mind. Too many lines of communication – they used to say things like “the internet routes around problems” but we forgot that people do, too. »

I’ve started drinking St John’s Wort Tea again. Maybe I’ll get the weird dreams, but anything’s better than dreaming about work. I found myself travelling back and forth along Hoddle St in a daze. Coming up Punt Hill, I wondered where the words went. They used to come easier. Never without a struggle, but easier. Now, it’s like my mouth doesn’t work anymore. It’s all just standard call and response, typing in terminal windows, waiting for the sun to go down. »

When I was almost at work in the morning, the balloons were taking off. As I left in the evening, a helicopter sat above me in the distance, flashing a red light on its tail. Upon my approach, it started to whine. Subsystems started, the noise and the wind whipped up. Behind me, it lifted up and shot off into the air. I expected a giant robot, but it was just a couple of lights. »

I woke up to find a 1.5cm-long slash in my thumb, skin neatly broken, throbbing red below. What happened? Was this some kind of dream injury? Something to remind me when I awoke? »

I can see the power lines from here, trailing in the distance, south to north. If only I could see more. As the year pushes on, everything’s making less and less sense. »