It's getting to where I'm not sure which end of the world is up anymore. Everything is weird, and symbols are everywhere but they still don't mean much to me.

We met the Tempest-Tossed Tinker (aka Scratch) who is also weird, but in a methodical, vaguely obsessive kind of way, which i find oddly calming. Could've done without the pile of forks... I mean, a pile of pillows would have been preferable.

I can still shoot an arrow straight, which is a relief. I was shooting at snake like people which... is less of a relief. If I never see another damn snake it'll be... probably because a snake ate my eyeballs out, if I'm being honest.

Gene is feeling better, and is somehow even stronger than before... which should be comforting but it makes me think too hard and worry too much.

I feel a strange longing like homesickness, but I don't know what my home would be if i wasn't with the HILT. I can't think of a better way to explain it though. I long for... simplicity, maybe? Normalcy, whatever that might be? My cart and my herbs ... and my orb when it was just a lump of glowing rock in my pocket and not an amorphous haze that clouds my vision and makes me so, so tired.