Day Where Stuff Takes A Strange Turn
Dear Diary,
How excited am I about that picture?
Incredibly.
Stupendously.
I’m talking a mistakenly fart while laughing kind of happy.
Why? Because that drawing is what did it. By flipping back and forth between my other drawings and this most recent creation, one thing becomes clear. My new visitor looks a lot like the Ley Queen.
Only she’s not my mother.
Nope.
She’s me.
Or rather, a future version of myself.
This requires some finesse. How do you approach an older version of you? I could list out possible paths of my life and tailor my conversation accordingly. Sadly, I don’t have that kind of time, so I just blab the first thing that comes into my head.
“Hello,” I begin.
She float before me in her blue robes, the long veils swaying in an
