Problematic.

Paranoia. Delusions. Insomnia. Debilitating coughs. Kids straight up vanishing from locked homes and parks.

Yeah, don't that sound familiar? Well it sure did to me. I'm not an idiot. I've had access to the Internet in the last few years. Of course, I couldn't just run around yelling what's up at the top of my lungs, could I? People think I'm crazy as is. Maybe I am. Most people who know what I'm talking about, faced with evidence that it's in their neck of the woods, would freak out. Panic. Maybe go batshit insane after a few encounters.

Me? I'm curious. I know my days are numbered. I've been coughing up a storm for weeks, seeing shit out of the corner of my eye, noticing figures out under the streetlights in the middle of the night. Does it scare the shit out of me? Fuck yes. But am I going to let it dominate me? Hell. No.

Work's got me booked up for a doctor's appointment in a few days. Gonna try to get a real night's sleep before then. Won't, most likely. Maybe some sleeping pills will do me some good. Even with music playing, I can barely sleep these days. Not that I really slept at night anyway. Was more of a night owl.

Maybe I'll pay a visit to the local iwi elders. Ask them about any legends referring to a te roa me te pūhihi tangata, see if there are any. Things like this don't just pop up overnight. If nothing else, I might be able to get a necklace or something blessed. Probably won't help, but it'll make me feel better.

Until then, just gonna keep listening to music. It's keeping me relatively sane.

I won't run from this. We all know you can't escape. I just hope I don't drag anyone I care about into this.

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