Am going to do a drawing of Delirium. And I'm going to be my own model, with the help of a mirror. A model of Delirium. Does that mean anything to you?

"i wish that my fortune was told a long time ago by a set of poker cards, set into sequence by the joker and revealed to me in a sticky bun book."

Ailin, how I wish so too. Sometimes I feel that life is just a meaningless banal round of nothing where I am on a dream island, alone, playing Solitaire. And the people around me, or the relationships I once valued, are just wisps... of my imagination, of nothing...

and then finally I die and I can see that there is nothing left, that there was never anything in the first place.