I hope-- [the thought drifts, he goes back to scratch it out later]

・Dorsal Metatarsal Arteries Tarsals are in the feet?
・Carpals in the hands. ✮

I've been. Thinking Studying Thinking about my name [heavy heavy strikes] things. Doing things. Maybe.

[completely blacked out:] He never would have done any of it. I guess that makes it [forgotten ( Read more... )

[a tiny note, scrawled, once again, very early in the morning, likely to be overlooked]

"your heart knows in silence the secrets of the days and nights." Maybe... I still don't--

Mr. Abe was welcoming. Thank you. Again. Garcian, s-- sir. ✗

[scrawled very small very early in the morning, there's a doodle of waves, curved and simplistic]

I dreamt... of the ocean.

I've never been before? But it smelled good.

It was strange.

I wonder. What is it really like? ✗

[he's taken this entire page for himself, the margins are filled with names he's picked up over the past few days from the newspaper, Belle, and Joey. There's one that's scratched out. It's his brother's. You can't tell.]

Don't feel different. Sat on the roof of-- It was cold and windy. I wish it would rain. That I could see stars too. [he dots ( Read more... )

[he has round uneven printed handwriting, difficult to tell the case] It's like balancing my hand over a flame and never getting any warmer. Or like I'm wasting away but never hungry. [he scratches that out irritably, heavy strikes] I wonder if making it tangible will-- [he leaves that, doesn't finish the thought]--this book is strange ( Read more... )