Dear Diary

Dear Diary:

- Day 4 -

I think I am insane.

I arose at 8 AM and lazed around in my underpants until 9. I went to have breakfast, collected all the necessary bits and displayed them proudly to myself in front of the computer. Unfortunately, the voices in my attic convinced me that I needed to fork to eat my cereal with. I will need to make another trip downstairs for a proper spoon while listening for their chuckles echoing along the eerily quiet hall.

To fight for my sanity today I intend to clean the house. Top to bottom. It is one of the few tasks that my besieged mind can formulate. Obviously my defenses and strategy seem to be slipping. I have been unable to locate my adversary and though I can feel her presence around every corner. I am steadfast. I am not going to tip my hand to early.

Words have begun to lose their meaning. Solitude has become my only companion.

Late in the night while lurking through the kitchen I discovered a jar with dark bean like shapes contained within. I briefly pondered what the grinder and stainless steel mug next to the jar might be for.

Some deep secret hides in the shadows of my thoughts. I can sense it trying to take hold. Is it my adversary? Or is it some repressed reality trying to exert its control? Vaguely I remember hiding this critical part of myself away. Near the start of this ordeal I realized that I might need some key knowledge and in a brief flash of foresight, I squirreled it away.

Is this the dark shape haunting my thoughts?

Alas before me now lies a steaming cup of some dark liquid. The vapors smell of magic. I know not from whence the contents come or how I arrived in the kitchen. Scattered about me are the signs of some brief battle. The grinder is partially full of the crushed bodies of this dark bean and strewn about the table and floor, like a mad scattering, is a rich, dark sand. Small paper bowls lie in groups, communities seeking company against some horrible onslaught. In the corner some devious device gurgles and pops. A glass cylinder contained in the belly of this beast contains the same dark liquid. Some alchemists mad brew.

On impulse I drink deeply….