Mar. 23

3/23/2026 8:32 Correspondence 186

Squaller. The dark, dirty recesses of my dorm. My room. My world. My domain. My Bastille. Ripe with emotion. Littered with past, present, and future. And a constant, strange order. 

I wonder long and hard if I am the cause of this strange smell. I work hard to clean when I can, and I work hard to maintain my space when I allow myself. Yet it persists. Dirty or not. Unavoidable. 

I had an advising session today. That strange meeting makes me confront all the infinite unknowns. It makes me make choices. I wonder what would be best. 

Would you be happier with a crystal ball? Surely not. Knowing the future always leads to destruction. It is well established in mythos through time. From Greek prophecies to episodes of The Twilight Zone. Knowledge of the future has a direct correlation with downfall and demise. Yet way does not knowing feel one with similar dread. 

Emotion. Always emotion. Never-ending emotion. Cause and effect. Choices. Results. This and Then. The shake of a knee. The shake of a body. The shake of a mind. Fear. Isolation. A strange order. A  Dark room.

Squaller 

Goodnight, my dear friends, 

Calvin Landreth.