Found: December 13, 2018. Standing in the kitchen with no lights on behind her.
Head: Dark brown hair falling to her shoulders. Chin a pert bump on her face, eyes twinkling. “Did you use that toilet after the whole incident?”
Disposition: Wrathful. Aggravated. Frustrated. Pessimistic.
Tone: Whining, half-yell.
Head: Dark brown hair (long scissor cut on top, four on the sides), cheeks cold from my walk.
Disposition: Confused, indifferent, positive, surprised, empathetic.
Heard: You don’t care about anything.
Maybe you’ll start caring once you own your own home—if you get to that point.
Thoughts afterwards: I do nothing?
I care about nothing?
Focus on your mushroom.
Remembering: Why I left.
Found: Amanita oneiria. Growing out of a mesa.
Pileus: ~300 feet, white, umbonate, wavering margin, reminiscent of Inocybe albodisca. Smooth. Unornamented.
Gills: White, crowded, broad, free.
Stipe: 3-400 feet tall x 50 feet wide, colored as cap, membranous veil, smooth but firm.
-I blinked and the mushroom crumbled. Voices on the wind passed through my ears before fading into eternity.