Back from my appointment and I've barely sufficient energy to type a single word. Certainly I would like to lay down in a nice soft bed and fall asleep now, early as it is, but I know my obligation to you is a solemn one. You need to know. So I sit. And I write.
I went to D's place again. It was just as it's been for several weeks, D pounding out emails and text messages and calling everyone in town trying to convince someone, anyone of a reality only D can perceive. Trying to convince a skeptical world I exist. Gradually D is losing credibility, stranded in a cocoon of madness like Cassandra. It is troubling, but for now I can see little to be done about it.
It all began as a bit of conjecture - I postulated I could best learn to observe someone alone by first exploring a person's alone places, empty of my actual subject.
I committed my first break-in 3 weeks ago today. I avoided a common pitfall by selecting my target - E - not for some painfully Freudian pseudosexual reason but because I imagined E was especially obtuse about noticing surroundings. I noticed E because keys were frequently dangling from E's front door. It was not a great leap for me to assume I'd find it quite easy to gain access to E's place.
All backstory, of course. I imagine you're more interested in Now, aren't you, Dear Eater. Wondering about my appointment at D's. Wondering if anyone is coming.
All in due time. I am starving, aren't you? I must cook a fine dinner. I've some difficult decisions to make, and Hungry decisions are never well made ones.
back soon
dbj
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