Well, life in Paradisa is certainly far from dull. And this library - oh, it's utterly incredible!

[She speaks softly, dictating to her journal as she wanders the aisles of books. Every now and then, she stops her explorations to pick up a specific title.]

I've never seen so many books. I wonder if I could find... [The sentence trails off as ( Read more... )

[Permadictated!]

Is it over then? All those children, suddenly gone? [She blows at her bangs and you can just about picture her rolling her eyes.] I'm not even going to pretend to understand where all of them suddenly came from, but I'm quite relieved not to have been saddled with one. I never did get along with children, even when I was one ( Read more... )

[Dictated foreeeeever]Well, then. I've been told that if I want answers, I ought to look in this notebook. Funny, though, that every time I reach for a pen to write in here, the pen seems to move - almost on its own. I do suppose that’s what dictation’s for. Still, it is awfully strange that any pen I reach for won't hold still ( Read more... )

( Private )

[dictated]The idea of communication via journal still takes some getting used to. But oh, it makes me miss a proper paper ( Read more... )

It is as if I've awoken from a dream. Everything is hazy and--

I have absolutely no idea where I am, nor how I arrived to be here. I would almost fear that I am in a dream if everything did not feel so real. Or maybe the realism is simply part of the dream. It would, at least, be preferable over other options.

[pause in writing for a few ( Read more... )