November 2017: I woke up to discover a new bump on one of my molars that had never been there before. 

December 2017: Just mix those week old gingersnaps in with an egg to create a new crust.

January 2018: Silver sun held the evening in a brassy kind of cold that settled at the back of one's neck, biting the taste of batteries just a little too far behind the throat to be identified by the tongue; an unsure sharpness set off only by holding warm dishes between your thumbs and fingers.

August 2018: Towards the end they all stumbled more and more, because of the way the earth stood up at these points, when you get this far into the woods the plains they were used to back home changed abruptly, not with the gradual rolling back and forth one would come to expect to proceed the land’s climb upward, but all at once.