Alex (An Ideal), The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Dear Alex,

“I thought I could get better, that I could pull myself back together.

But parts of me bamphing out of the material realm while others got torn assunder makes it difficult for regeneration.

My body is trying, but is misdirected by the longterm inflammation – and this has now become something that I cannot fix on my own.”

Altered States, The Accident - As Of 10/10/25 Early AM Named "Clyde" (Short For Collide) Because It's Funny And I Deserve Mirth At Its Expense

Wrenched

“I should have waited, knowing the dogs were distracted, but instead I waded right into them at the height of their excited surge-lauching toward the person behind me – and got my leg attachments pulled.

Dazed and confused, I feel insubstantial as the ground shifts ever constantly under me, making it difficult to find and retain my bearings.

(Likely, flip flops don’t help, but the toe needs a little more time)

Good thing I’m an air sign and can dissociate somewhat, othrwise I’m not sure I would have made it this far by endurence.”