April 7, 2026

In a darkness like that of a total solar eclipse, I was in a sandbox, and for some reason I thought of it as an important place for me, and felt that the spot was where I belonged.

When I drop my eyes to the sandbox, the soil heaped on the left is crumbling down to the right. It is a little damp, cold, and hard.

Probably around 100 to 150 m beyond the sandbox there is a fence enclosing it. Past that I can't see because of the darkness.

Someone, probably an elderly woman, came, and I was told I needed to get out of the sandbox, and though I had thought of it as my place, I suddenly felt that having been there was something bad, and left right away.

I felt an unpleasant kind of guilt at having thrown away something I held dear just because someone told me to.

As I was leaving I kicked the soil that had crumbled to the right. Then, underneath it, a huge number of ants were squirming, and I hurried away from the place.