I've considered writing something more eloquent; however, I don't really see the point right now, so I'll simply lay it out: I don't understand how things work here. I don't understand how we are expected to undergo these floods, these ports, and now-- most recently-- this "invasion," and gain anything positive from what is, essentially, torture ( Read more... )

[Late at night, most people are in bed, but not the Major. He's been running on insomnia since Venice! If anybody were to check up on what the good Major's been writing, all they'd find is a bunch of scribbles. Of course, there are some words underneath them, for those who are in the mood to squint really hard and decipher them]

( Rambling crazy behind the cut! This is the most coherent of whatever he wrote in his journal )