I got a map. I thought given my condition, I would maybe have a few lying around my house, but I can’t find them, and I don’t have any directions in my books too. But the word “bookstore” gets repeated quite often, so maybe there was where I always went. Took me about 10 minutes to find the little bookstore, turns out it was just beneath my flat. Can’t help but wonder if I looked like an idiot to the people playing chess at my void deck. I hope they were too engrossed in their game to notice me. The bookstore was nicer than expected, it was very calming to be in there. I think the bookstore lady knows me, she called me Averie. We had a nice chat, and she later handed me a map of all the places I can visit today. Said it was a nice day to explore, and since I didn’t want to be holed up in my flat, flipping through nonsensical pages of things I’m not even sure I wrote, I took the map. She also gave me her number, told me to call her if I needed anything. Not sure why the previous entries didn’t reflect this. She’s nice, I feel like I should’ve written it down.
Oh, well, I guess I did right now.