There's something going on but I can't see or hear WHAT.

I can't remember.

I can't remember.

[There's a spot where his pen rests on the page, and nothing more ( Read more... )

Words cannot express how glad I am that I am myself again. The memories I have of the man I turned into are [pause] mixed, at best, and it felt strange to look in the mirror and see his face while still not truly knowing who he is. It is difficult enough to know so little about oneself without being trapped in the body of someone one knows even ( Read more... )

The moon is missing his planet and missing normalcy. But even though he reads people now and their thoughts are a constant stream, sometimes a trickle and sometimes gushing and flooding, so much is becoming clear ( Read more... )

I realize that attempting to find logic to anything that happens in this place is probably fruitless, but has anybody been able to discern any rhyme or reason behind who gets ears and who does not?

[A pause as he flicks back through the journal.]Juliet suspects there may be a deeper reason, but I cannot for the life of me figure out what it is. ( Read more... )

[There are many taps and two or three beginnings of sentences that are scratched out.]If I hadn't already missed a week of work due to being sick, I would refuse to leave the house. This is so completely ridiculous-looking ( Read more... )

[[OOC: It's June 17th in EST. Pifth.]]It is both easy and hard to believe that I've been in the Sphere for an entire year. I've gained and lost so much since then, and experienced so much. Overall, though, somehow I have managed to find a place here, find a family and a group of close friends to call my own ( Read more... )

[Since the log this memory is in is locked for meta, I'm re-posting it publicly for my own and others' reference. The senses are hearing and sight, and the memory itself is from the episode "Ariel".]

( Fourth memory )

... I'm back.

[There's a long pause as he considers what to write.]

I'm sorr I guess apologizing

Saying "I'm sorry" seems horribly insufficient, but I truly am.

If anybody wishes to discuss what happened with me, I would rather it take place in person, though.

Mèimei, where are you?

[[OOC: To reduce the f-list spam, Ami and I agreed to ( Read more... )

( Things lost... )

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