Day 1:
I wanted to be a Spring Breaker, but instead, my parents had to spring break me. “Let’s go to Giza,” they said. I was looking at dunes, I was reading Dune, and frankly I got a bit confused. I started sandwalking and couldn’t stop. No worms have found me! No humans either!
Day 5:
Today I woke up very early and climbed very high and was Christ for about half an hour. I became covered in morning dew and licked myself dry. It wasn’t enough. Later the grand armadillo entity came down to greet me, but he berated me instead. I’m crying grains of sand and the wind keeps laughing at me.
Day 14:
I am sand.
— H. Murray-Nelson
