May 8th 2050. Dear Diary, The second pandemic of the century has arrived, Covid-20. I’m worried for my parents. They survived Covid-19 in 2020 but they were younger then. I hope it’s better this time...

May 15th 2050. Dear Diary, The virus is out of control. It’s more contagious than we first thought. Has the world learned nothing from 2020?

May 21st 2050. Dear Diary, There’s no cure. We’re unab...

Deep down, you’re really shallow It takes a while for one to see Like an oasis in the stifling desert All hope is lost.

A wicked trick, an elusive facade Nothing more and nothing less Your smile was warm but your heart was cold You drew me in I should have known

Deep down, you’re not as you seem ...

It was cold when she first arrived there and she is now more sensitive to the heat in the domain she found herself in. It was almost unbearable. She grew used to the cold. At night she had to sleep with one leg out of the covers just to feel the cold so that she would be reminded of what it was like. She didn’t want to be reminded but in some sort of way she couldn’t help herself.

The city of de...