Voices: he's actually crazy! He knows!
It's a special day.
The grass rustles, and for a second I think it's people behind me, until I realise it was the wind. There is a person behind me though, so it could have been that as well. Probably a gardener.
I'm in the hotel's yard.
I regret not writing a transcript of the conversations I heard in the breakfast area.
One of the guys said something about "jail", and I couldn't stop smiling.
I'm wearing
Gardener: screw screw screw screw
They're using a tool.
I'm wearing two bracelets on my left hand. One of them has a chain on it, coiled round my wrist. The other has spikes.
And I'm wearing chains.
And it doesn't matter.
I went to Stonehenge today. Saw some massive stones.
And some birds.
And I wore my white skull mask this time, so that it's bone coloured. It matches the different hoodie I was wearing.
Not that that matters either.
Well, it didn't match as much as the red matched the other one, but what can I do, I'd only had those two.
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Later on, I washed my hands in the hotel bathroom's basin, and sirens sounded as the water slurped down the hole. There was also the hissing sound of static, to add to that, probably from the bubbles, and sometimes I heard traces of voices in the sound, swarming over each other all the time. It crescendoed. Then I finished washing my hands.
