[Day 366] I understood. I'm different. I don't have my place in this city where the order is the most important. I'm here for one year. I hate this town for one year.[Day 371] : They sneaking around me, all the time.
[Day 378] : These sewers where I live, as dirty as they are, are better than this city. City where all is clear.
[Day 383] : I write, I think, I live in these sewers. Outside all the people follow the Programme.
[Day 387] : Their eyes shines in the dark.
[Day 392] : Their whole life is dictated. Their whole life is written in the Programme.
[Day 394] : More I try to ingnore them, more I fell their presence.
[Day 397] : But not mine. I'm the author of this abomination. All these lines, I wrote them.
[Day 401] : In the shadows they are. I have to go.
[Day 402] : I have to go, the memory has come back. The imagination create. I write.
[Day ---] : I understood. A world can't be perfect and ordered. Only the imagination can see the world like this. The Reality is coming. His adherents surround me. She is near, she inhales all. The Reality or the Chaos. It doesn't matter. Free, I am. Free to live, free to be different。 |
