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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Dec 15, 2010 22:48:38 GMT -8
Entry One:
I... I find myself in need of a place to record my thoughts after my latest.... well, adventure is not the word I would wish to associate with it, but nonetheless it will do. Perhaps putting the strange thoughts I have to paper will allow me to sort out the mess in my head.
I believe I may have gone mad.
There are large portions of my trip down the trenches that I cannot remember - but Afonso remembers and mentioned them with caution and concern. I was awake during those moments and yet I do not remember them. Then there is that odd dream. The one where I wake on a couch to find myself staring back at me. Except the other was particularly imposing in stature and a perfect stranger to me. How can I not recognize someone who should be me?
I spend my days now awaiting another blackout - where I'll find myself somewhere else and be the only one who doesn't remember what happened. I find myself unable to sleep or eat... only hoping that nothing will happen.
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