Bad dreams, bad ideas, bad people, good tics, mites, parasites…sick is well, well is ill, a pail of sick tics down the well wall into the bottomless.
I dream tsutsugamushi–a giant mite on my face as I slumber, or I dream a giant mite on my face as I slumber exposed to the tsutsugamushi flux of the quotidian.
So I googled–I googled (is not this heralding the end?)–microbial apocalypse and second on the list was my own blog, first was a ship in Kazakhstan probably, stranded a few thousand miles from anchorage, or Ankarajastan, but the story was no story, rather an exercise in imagination, imagine a world, imagine a world you awaken to, a world bare of microbes!
Noughtmares, fleet zero horses, riding the tsutsugamushi trail, with flung fruit furrowed into their flesh.
I thought you were trying to game facebook’s “most used words on FB” word cloud thing by bringing up this weird disease. I went and looked it up though. Weird and horrifying!
‘Game’ isn’t exactly the right word–having fun with, though, works. The model used doesn’t cover all of 2015–it may go back up to two months. But I just wanted to throw in a good work, an old favorite, and watch it rise. I’m just coming of posting a novel on the blog and, well, something to keep it going. Thanks for dropping in.
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