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Fear in a Handful of Dust
I love being in the Karpaties. It`s morning now. Hex is sleeping. I won’t wake her up for another hour. Josef is trying to make a fire. I have little to no hopes for him. Ever since Paris, his madness is growing. I know there is no cure.
Ewan still won’t forgive me for what happened with Lush in Rome. He still won’t understand that watching Sibyl like that was the worst experience of my life.
I miss Lush. I wish I hadn’t found that eyeless man. I wish we’d never been to Rome.
Hex is up. She woke up an hour ago. Josef finally managed to make a fire. His cheerful smile makes me want to cry. The sun has broken through the clouds again. Hex is warming herself by the fire. I wish Lush was around. Hex was so much happier when he was there, hell, we all were. Ewan is walking to the rocks. He seems different, his face to the sun, his shadow walking behind him. I hope he is next. I know it is disgusting, but I have been away from London for a millennium now, and I am going a little crazier everyday, and I know we will lose another one of us soon.
I just hope it isn’t me.
Ewan found some birds and killed them. Hex is cooking them while Josef sits in the sun, smiling. Its almost afternoon now. I miss London. By this time, we would be having our daily tea with Tommy in Camden, with the lovely buns his wife made. I’ve lost three friends and two total strangers on this journey, one of whom died yesterday. I want to rest. I want a bed and a warm room and my life. I don’t want Babylon anymore, but right now, it`s either death, or Babylon.
I must have slept like a log. Ewan came to me, the sun on his face, his shadow growing shorter and shorter. He told me he saw a funny red rock, and he is going to take a look again.
The nights and stars on the Karpaties are really beautiful. Josef has made a fire again. Hex is sobbing by it, while I use its warmth and light to write and feel alive.
It`s so good to be alive.
We heard his shrieks and ran to him. He was clutching that red rock, and screaming one word again and again. Fear. He saw me and smiled and said he’d seen fear and he’d be glad to show me, he opened his palm and showed me his hand full of dust. I have seen fear, he said, and then he ran for the lake. The madness has taken him too. Ewan walked into the lake, smiling.
Lush warned me about this diary. You are writing our deaths, he said.
I am next. I know it.
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I love being in the Karpaties. It`s morning now. Hex is sleeping. I won’t wake her up for another hour. Josef is trying to make a fire. I have little to no hopes for him. Ever since Paris, his madness is growing. I know there is no cure.
Ewan still won’t forgive me for what happened with Lush in Rome. He still won’t understand that watching Sibyl like that was the worst experience of my life.
I miss Lush. I wish I hadn’t found that eyeless man. I wish we’d never been to Rome.
Hex is up. She woke up an hour ago. Josef finally managed to make a fire. His cheerful smile makes me want to cry. The sun has broken through the clouds again. Hex is warming herself by the fire. I wish Lush was around. Hex was so much happier when he was there, hell, we all were. Ewan is walking to the rocks. He seems different, his face to the sun, his shadow walking behind him. I hope he is next. I know it is disgusting, but I have been away from London for a millennium now, and I am going a little crazier everyday, and I know we will lose another one of us soon.
I just hope it isn’t me.
Ewan found some birds and killed them. Hex is cooking them while Josef sits in the sun, smiling. Its almost afternoon now. I miss London. By this time, we would be having our daily tea with Tommy in Camden, with the lovely buns his wife made. I’ve lost three friends and two total strangers on this journey, one of whom died yesterday. I want to rest. I want a bed and a warm room and my life. I don’t want Babylon anymore, but right now, it`s either death, or Babylon.
I must have slept like a log. Ewan came to me, the sun on his face, his shadow growing shorter and shorter. He told me he saw a funny red rock, and he is going to take a look again.
The nights and stars on the Karpaties are really beautiful. Josef has made a fire again. Hex is sobbing by it, while I use its warmth and light to write and feel alive.
It`s so good to be alive.
We heard his shrieks and ran to him. He was clutching that red rock, and screaming one word again and again. Fear. He saw me and smiled and said he’d seen fear and he’d be glad to show me, he opened his palm and showed me his hand full of dust. I have seen fear, he said, and then he ran for the lake. The madness has taken him too. Ewan walked into the lake, smiling.
Lush warned me about this diary. You are writing our deaths, he said.
I am next. I know it.
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