I have no words right now. There's a failure in the wind, and I am feeling taken away in a pirouette of non-being. I don't like this feeling. The spin sickens my stomach, and tightens it at the same time, like a ship line brought to the point of snapping. This amplifies my sinus headache, and the muscles on the side of my head pull my skull inwards. I just wish it would end. Things aren't necessarily bad, but they have the ominous tone of Isle of The Dead. I'm not sure what to expect in the near future. I just have no words. None.