Where It Stops, Nobody Knows
I can’t remember how I got here. I definitely remember the amusement park, arriving at the gate. That’s for sure. I got my ticket, and I had it torn, before going inside. I came here with someone— Robin, I think. Though he also brought that one girl, Lillian, who always snaps at me for like, no reason? Weirdo. God, I feel dizzy. What did we do next? I walked the park, I must have, though I.. I can’t remember much of what happened outside the attractions, really. I can remember the entrance, that’s fine. I remember the funhouse was on the other side of the park, clear as day. And it looked fun. And in the center of it… Well, I remember the Ferris Wheel, anyhow. It had a gorgeous view of the marshlands. I just wish I’d looked out the other side to the city. Was I able to? I can’t remember… did it have a window? It must’ve, because the carriages had windows next to the door. I must’ve forgotten to look. It’s probably a photo on my phone— Shame, too. I wanted to see what my home ...