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…