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.


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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