Journal Entry: Fri Oct 1, 2010, 9:43 AM
I'm supposed to act like they aren't here.
Assuming there's a "they" at all.
It may just be my imagination.
Whatever it is that's watching...
...unlike little dark-eyed Donna.
Into the head?
Down into the heart?
Does it see into me, into us?
I hope it sees clearly, because
I can't any longer see into myself.
I see only murk.
I hope for everyone's sake
the scanners do better.
Because if the scanner sees only darkly,
the way I do...
...then I'm cursed and cursed again.
And we'll only wind up dead this way...