JOURNAL ENTRY: RANDY ROACH BECOMES A GHOST 2026

 

It was dark in the garage and only the side door was open for light.  The ceiling of the garage was traced with shadows and it’s true I was in that dissociative stupor, but this looked a great deal like Randy Roach from school.  (Everything just stopped and all imagery went blank its like my amnesic box either slammed shit or my subconscious diverted the flow and now my mind is blank.  The sadness has shown up, and I feel like I am tumbling back down into despair.  This is difficult, my process was working and it’s now like a door slammed and then pulled whatever was working its way through the door back through the gap below the door.  This must be a multi-layered flashback of a resonance that has a compounding echo.  It feels like I am spelunking deep in the chasm of my mind below the water table where I am the only being that can see all of the ghosts of the past trying to once again join the light of my conscious mind.)