05.06.04; Saturday Self; 23:24

Current read: Cause Celeb. Current crave: Liempo. Current status: Absent at work, just like when I penned down the previous entry. Current music: Dido’s “No Angel”

Dear Niwee,

The lullaby of the floor was in control that afternoon. Eyelids bowed down in reverence, palms waited for the next command.

The lord gingerly crept up and down the slave’s immobile body, pinching radiant images and spewing beaded ointments in its porous skin. To surrender is the only option. The music is nearing its end; the slave gained the vox in the chorus:

Om one, Om two, Om three, Om four, Om five.