June 30, 2019
Rain's here. She's began to study how to make maps. The rain obscures familiar paths and reveals lost roads. She checks on her obsession to make herself feel better whatever the cost. Drug-addled nights get in the way of map-making. This is serious business. She's inclined to decide that her ability is now nearing expert-level. It's easy to be precise. Much harder to fuck things up deliberately. Because, conscience. But if one's too honest it gets boring. She's working on a map of Manila, a hidden street. She enlarges it. "Find me now!" she writes. She waits.