I'm so tired.

I don't have much time. The memory and battery life of this thing is dying. This will be my last entry.

I think I understand now. I'm going for answers.

Anti-climactic, isn't it?

Good-bye.

How long has it been since I last entered into this thing? The compulsion comes and goes. Henry and Clare say I'm getting better, and while I can't speak to that, I looked in the mirror today and saw someone I didn't recognize. Beneath the patchy attempt at a beard was another man, one with color to his skin, whose eyes are more tired... longing ( Read more... )

Shared another cigarette with the kid, today. He shares a name with an archangel, which is cute enough. We wound up probing each other for information. It's like he knows who - what - I am ( Read more... )

I'm writing this... or typing it into a keypad, at any rate... in a small homeless shelter in downtown Chicago. It's a bad winter night. I can't seem to access the nexus, can't send messages out or receive them. I don't know what world I'm in, although I'm fairly certain it's not mine. I'm going to try to be shorthand with these entries... both ( Read more... )

It's cold here.

It's pretty well known by now that I'm trying to figure out what it is about locations... I don't know what you'd call them... "Hot-spots," I guess, of just... Man, I dunno... general fuckedupness ( Read more... )

F i b b o n a c c i

( Can't see a perfect forest through so many splintered trees... )