I hope you guys like these pieces— I put a lot of time and thought into it. These are a few journal pages from my infection world, and I really wanted them to feel raw and unsettling, like something someone scribbled down while the world was actively falling apart.
It’s around 11 a.m. here and I haven’t slept yet, so I’m finally crashing. I’m exhausted, but I wanted to post this before I passed out.
When you look through the pages, imagine the writer deteriorating alongside the world — the handwriting getting messier, ink smudged like it was written with shaking hands, maybe even stained with something darker than ink. I tried to make it feel personal, desperate… like this journal might be the only proof that someone tried to understand what was happening.
I’d really love your critiques.
What parts stood out to you?
Was anything especially disturbing — or not disturbing enough?
Is there something you hope to see more of in this infection universe?
Let me know your thoughts in the comments. I’m always trying to improve, and your feedback genuinely helps a lot.
