[poem] Housebound In The Fog
The background of reality didn't load today. The world cuts off at the end of the garden. Glitches pass by – the fronts of cars, with their lights cutting through the fog, appear and disappear at random. Mum tells me that, if I travelled to the fence where the world stops the field beyond would load like normal and the sheep would pop back into existence. I have no way to verify this.