Handwritten Journal Entry
My dreams grow stranger and stranger. A man in another world, not unlike a man I know in this world. A police box. A blue police box. Stolen, he said. Mine, he said. well. In another world, at any rate or form.
It isn't fair, I don't think, that I have the ability to do what I do and yet I can't change anything. Nothing important. I can't stop what's happened to us. I can't stop any of it.
At least I haven't had any dreams of Antinora.
It isn't fair, I don't think, that I have the ability to do what I do and yet I can't change anything. Nothing important. I can't stop what's happened to us. I can't stop any of it.
At least I haven't had any dreams of Antinora.