Prodigy's Life in Vague, Enigmatic, Slightly Confusing Terms

This diary does not (entirely) reflect my life, but perhaps my sole purpose of living: to have you leave more confused than you came in. Everything within is the truth, if you can manage to decipher it. Viel gluck, meine landeskunde.

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6. Saturday, May 9th.

Operating on three hours of sleep, I have begun to hallucinate vividly while enveloped in the Houses of the Holy. I then began to transcribe these hallucinations, but putting them into words is difficult. I enlisted the help of Joe, and things are going slightly better now. 

 

Today is the birthday of one of those without whom I could not have been born. I meant to make a gift. I got busy. I got frustrated, and then I burnt it. I must salvage it from the wreckage, but I have not found the time to do so. It seems his present shall be late. Ah, well. C'est la vie. 

 

By means of plane, helicopter, drone, or - in case of an extreme rarity - truck, I have received a gift which I paid for, thus making it not a gift. Regardless, it consists of immeasurably thin slices of tree, packed tightly together and stained in odd patterns with the blackest ink. I contemplated this for a long time, examining many of the symbols transcribed onto the surface. It is the most gorgeous thing I've seen in a long time, and I am beyond thrilled. One day, I will sit down and stare at every slice by itself. In the meantime, however, it will rest silently atop my turntable. 

 

I should stop telling people things. 

 

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