Good evening. I'm sorry-

[ for the time he's lost-for the burden he's making of himself-for any disappointment to come. loaded words, and Allen's voice is steady on the pull. ]

. . . to interrupt. I was wondering if someone might spare the answers to a few questions. The season's a bit cold for what I remember.

Has it been this crowded for long?

( private :: notes off-journal, written then trashed )

[ Kicking your journal out of bed, however accidental, is a surefire way to start a recording. At first, all it picks up is the vague occasional mumble in the darkness and the sound of someone rolling over. And rolling onto something that shouldn't be there ( Read more... )

( private filter to 'self' :: 90% unhackable )

[ On what is a regular hot summer afternoon, there is a boy sitting in a clearing, muttering to himself and very carefully lighting something on fire. His journal lies forgotten at his side, but that's just as well. It's a pretty big fire. Feel free to drop by ( Read more... )

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Excuse me! Please, I need a moment of your time.


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I'm sorry to trouble everyone, but could anyone suggest something to paint? I have a-friend. He's run out of ideas.

[ Someone's high voice in the background. Allen leans out of the view of the little window. ] NO, I WON'T COME DOWN.

[ Then, back to the book in his normal tone: ] Ah-thank you!

[ Before the book shuts, there's the sounds of leaves ( Read more... )

( private filter :: 85% unhackable :: eventually all scrawled out )

( private :: 75% unhackable )