EXCOLO

I’m glad for the advice he’s giving me about the town. I guess every place is odd in its own way. I’ve been places that seemed stranger than Excolo, where you could taste the darkness running underneath the streets, but all that was just pure human meanness, hidden deep for too long or spread out everywhere trying to be normal. Or in the name of belief in something or protection against something, that can do it too. People can dream up all kinds of ways to make the things they want to do feel right, or at least necessary. Doesn’t feel like too much of that going on here. And that’s not what he’s talking about.

That he’s blaming his attraction to me and, by extension, probably, my attraction to him on the oddity of the town I agree with less. It’s lack of sleep and not quite enough coffee and other people playing with your heart and other organs. Or not playing with them, I guess. That’s what’s wrong with me. If he wants to blame the way he’s feeling on something outside that he can’t see, or the spirit of the day, or whatever, that’s fine by me. Just didn’t think a medical man’d be so superstitious. Not going to say any of that to him, though. Still like this man a lot, because I’ve decided to, because of what he’s done for me and others and for what he’s had done to him. And I still want him to like me, for reasons I’m still figuring out. Not going to blame it on the day.

Have to say something, though, if I can’t say what’s in my head. The amnesia thing he’s talking about sounded damn strange, though, but not uncanny. “Somebody put something in the water? Or did they eat something gone bad?” Guess he’d be the kind of person to know how a thing like that could be done. And maybe why someone would want to do it.