What an awful night....nights....
I am not sure why these visions are haunting me now...is it because of the reappearance of Lazlo? I will admit that seeing his face has brought back some memories that I had thought buried, but I had also thought them dealt with, the past being the past, after all. It is a shame I have not seen Helmut in these past days...I could dearly use a stiff drink.
It's late...and yet I have no urge to sleep. Those faces....the screams....I couldn't have stopped....
*several lines are scribbled out in an angry hand*
This is pointless. The past is the past, and whatever I was not able to....Kooluk is gone. My family, my past., they are all dead. Whole Islands are dead. My hand, the sea in my veins did nothing.
What a ridiculous waste of time, these are dreams, nothing more. Just dreams.