Sometimes I text myself to remember things. Last night I found this: "Does this count as writing or talking to myself?"

I read my Thomas Ligotti short stories last night, and my chapter of Moby Dick. At some point I texted me "Everything written is some kind of Madness."

Scrolling back through my messages, I see "Reverse Bat: small front arms and big back leg wings."

And maybe a poem? "Secret moments I keep in my heart. Look ye on my grave and know it's not a tomb, it's a garden where they will bloom."

Bah. Feeling a little discombobulated today. I would like to see that reverse-bat. Could be hilariously terrifying.