As I walked along the banks of the River, deux castors have appeared to me and hitting their tails along the water line, warning me not to come closer. I watched in fascination. I left them in fear they would attack...even though I strongly wanted to continue along the water front. I decided to inhale my mouthful of smoke as a form of comfort and walk to a tree in the local cemetary to contemplate on thoughts.

"Je veux une person, non naturel. Peut etre pour une conversation intense, ou meme seulement un ami. Je veut quelqu'un non naturel pour que j'ai une personne qui a des traits en commun avec moi. Oui, parceque...je suis non naturel...je suis la tragedie humaine. Il y a seulement les esprits and les corps qui couche six pieds sous sol pour moi maintenant. Au moins j'ai mon amour"

I later left the area of my born thoughts and escaped to my usual environment. Nothing...