December 28th - 30th, 2025 - Shopping / Nuclear Winter Pt. 5 /6

// December 28th, 2025 //

Waking up early has left my atmosphere, I rolled out of bed just before midday.

My mother and siblings were leaving the province today, I was asked to assist in helping them pack since my mother sustained an injury at her Girl Guide activities. I didn’t re~ally want to, but I’d feel evil if I didn’t. An hour later I did not want to go Foch, but yet again I’d feel evil if I didn’t. I could however push when I’d be at Foch! I visited Sherway’s Indigo to discover they didn’t have what I was looking for. Ziwe’s “Black Friend” would go un bought another day. I decided to hit up Cloverdale since I was in the area. Meadowvale simply doesn’t possess the same amenities that this side of Etobicoke does.

I managed to pickup what I was looking for at Pendragon. I got the newest Marvel / DC crossover and an old copy of Nightwing. The first issue to one of his first mini series’.

On my way out of the mall I was ushered into a makeup store by an angel. Skin softer than the finest spun silk, the perfect shade of almond for me to want to take a bite; A face that hid something beneath, an intention, a motive, something guilty. But her eyes? Big and round, shaped exactly for me to fall into the pool of her irises. I was lulled into a hypnotic gaze. She grabbed my hand and applied the lotion, the moisturizer. Her lips moved but the words didn’t make it to my ears. I was still swimming in her eyes. It was only when she said the price of the products did the illusion begin to falter. How could I not see the tail behind her? Pointed, and red, the horns above her head? I rejected her unholy offer and ran out of the store, out of the mall. (I jest by the way. This is all hyperbole. I obviously don’t genuinely compare this woman just doing her job to a devil. We’re all doing what we need to, to survive.)

I get to Foch around 4, helping mama doesn’t take very long so I let it take longer. The more time I can spend with her the greater. Nico comes down at some point and I sit out, I let him take over so I just talk to the both of them.

When we’re finished Mama springs new tasks, new information upon us. I gargantuan ask in my eyes but I desire nothing more than to please her, to make someone proud. I crave it more than the air in my lungs. I need it, but I’m tired. She wants to clear out the garage, make space for a dining set. I can’t. The snow, the cold, the ice, the manual labour. I’m tired. I think about coming back tomorrow and helping but Tito Arman puts a spear through that idea. I love this family, but.

I get home around 9 or 10 and catch up on some Stranger Things while exploring the Nuclear Wastes. Sleep comes late as it always does these days.

// December 29th, 2025 //

Nothing exists but the Nuclear Winter. The Fallout never ends.

// December 30th, 2025 //

Nothing exists but the Nuclear Winter. The Fallout never ends.