June 29, 2008
A lot has happened since I wrote my last entry, though it seems that such is the routine in this City. Curses happen every few days, and so they did. First, a lot of people were sick, of poison, as it turned out - though they all seem to have recovered, thank God - and then some first heard a strange music and then turned into mice, which prompted a kind of war between them and the humans. I conclude that I must be very careful if I am to survive here.
As dangerous as it is, though, it is just as wondrous. I have by now seen computers, very modern cars, something called "television" and the most practicable of household inventions: dishwashers, washing mashines, tumble-dryers and other such machinery.
I have also been to the library, and I must say I was impressed with its sheer size and the number of tomes it holds, but less so with its organization. I couldn't find a thing I was looking for, even if I found many other interesting books instead. There is now a big pile of borrowed books in my room, and I just hope I will have time to read them between everything.
I wonder when I shall first be cursed. I certainly dread the experience, as I have seen that it seems to bring great suffering to the affected and amusement to the not so kind souls in this place.
Besides, writing is going very well. If nothing else, the environment is inspirational, and I've had a lot of new ideas come to me these last nights. I am always astounded at how the most improbable situations can bring a new idea - say, when brushing your teeth, for example. Then again, while there should be logic in writing, it is certainly not as closely related to it as mathematics.
Well, we shall see how it all turns out.
As dangerous as it is, though, it is just as wondrous. I have by now seen computers, very modern cars, something called "television" and the most practicable of household inventions: dishwashers, washing mashines, tumble-dryers and other such machinery.
I have also been to the library, and I must say I was impressed with its sheer size and the number of tomes it holds, but less so with its organization. I couldn't find a thing I was looking for, even if I found many other interesting books instead. There is now a big pile of borrowed books in my room, and I just hope I will have time to read them between everything.
I wonder when I shall first be cursed. I certainly dread the experience, as I have seen that it seems to bring great suffering to the affected and amusement to the not so kind souls in this place.
Besides, writing is going very well. If nothing else, the environment is inspirational, and I've had a lot of new ideas come to me these last nights. I am always astounded at how the most improbable situations can bring a new idea - say, when brushing your teeth, for example. Then again, while there should be logic in writing, it is certainly not as closely related to it as mathematics.
Well, we shall see how it all turns out.