Elizabeth Lane

There's this street that I avoid walking down because it feels weird to me. 

It has a bad energy to it. 

I didn’t even know that I believed in things like 'streets with bad energies’ until I walked down one 100 times. 

It’s Elizabeth Lane,

Right next to Mount Faith, which, funnily enough, its street sign blew over the other day; now it just says ‘Dead End’. 

There’s two Churches pinning down Elizabeth Lane, which is good, I think. 

A Christian church and a Jehovah's Witness church.

It’s good. 

I think it’s good, anyway. 

It feels like a spiritual thing, I think.

And then there’s me, living on Mount Hope. 

Such an ironic street name for me to live on. 

Reality and fiction are blurring . . .

It’s so strange.

Symbolism and metaphor can seep into everything. 

“In the beginning was the word and the word was God.”

What a clever line to start with. 

How can you argue against that?

“Hey, these words you’re reading, their God, and they’re the oldest thing ever. So . . . You have to believe them.”

I mean, c’mon. 

Good luck getting that through your head. 

The word is God . . . 

Anyway, that Elizabeth Lane is weird.

Honestly, it is. 

And reality and fiction really are blurring together inside of my mind. 

Life is so weird sometimes. 

So weird.

-CH 5/8/25