XVI

I left my notes beneath the tiles but I keep thinking about them. I should put them in the acid bath and be done with it.  I had another one. This time she was looking at the sky. Before I jolted awake, a drop of water from the corner of her left eye ran down…

XV

I had another one! It....she was covered with a brown substance, like soil or mud. She just stared at me as if she waited for me to do something. She has brown long hair fallen on her shoulders. Her blue eyes look like oceans. Her skin is white like dead rabbits. She keeps standing there…

XIV

I had another one! It was on fire staring at me! She was, apparently sex difference existed. If it existed now, what would I be? A girl or a boy? I don't possess sexual bodily differences to say. Nor do I have tendencies toward colors or other stigmatizing stereotypes to tell the difference.  I know…

XIII

I dreamt! .... I'm not sure what it was but during my hour at midnight I saw a human being with some sort of long round clothes, crying. There were water drops in the air. This creature was wet. It was looking at me! Then I jolted out of my relaxing state. I was informed…

XII

There seems to appear some vivid images I my mind. I believe it's called "picturing". Yes! I can picture, or rather I keep picturing the old lady knitting. In the novel, it was called "Fate". I searched through the ancient mythology and installed Greek for interpreting the scripts. But yielded to the old fashioned way…

XI

It took me some minutes to regain self control of my faculties. The part about the child and "dead!" was touching. I can not stop thinking about it. So...this is "poverty" and "wealth". Strange how those wretched creatures treated each other based on some numbers or gold they had. Having seemed to have been a…

X

I was reading one of the old books minutes ago. I could simply install the whole book but SHE insisted on the extravagant experience of spending time and reading it through, with awareness. SHE said that the old people lived only for 70 or 80 years, yet they spent their short time reading these novels.…

IX

There is a weird term bugging my mind, "laziness". Among other words like weird or bug; why should one uses the name of insects to describe bothering experiences? What is "bothering"? There are some abstract extremities to which I know no purpose. I can write and use them, but they remain abstract. I tried for…

VIII

I don't dream. I asked HER this morning as to what purpose people did this. SHE explained while they were asleep, their brains went through some chemical reactions resulting in experiencing things as of memories while asleep. Now our brains do not need the process SHE called "reboot". So we don't dream.  It must be…