Monday, October 28, 2019

Witnessing

Did I witness the aftermath of a murder, Diary? No seriously, tell me.

How is it that, at 6PM! 6PM !  I saw a large German Shepherd with a severed human hand in its mouth just strolling on the street in the very, very heart of the city like NOTHING? And I don't know if its owner is homeless. It's very difficult to tell the homeless from the hippies around here. Same dreadlocks. Same nonchalant attitude. Where in the FUCK! Did the dog get the hand? It looks dirty. The wrist is dangling! I saw it! What the fuck! 6PM ! After human shit in the stairwell, I gotta see this!

Yeah, and the 2017 van incident that made international news. It's definitely a happening city. No.

What kind of a person am I? I'm not freaking out. Even as the dog turned to look at me- the hand was dangling in its mouth! - I was not moved. No, I didn't move. I just stood for a few seconds, "is this serious". No, who am I, Diary?

I know this is nothing compared to a day in wartime. I mean. Hey, I'd be - I'm saying.

Who am I. I know what I have to do. I don't really have a choice. It's pretty retarded. I've caused this retarded situation. I've put me in this. I've got to dig myself out.

I haven't even told you about the nightmares I've had since then. You're right, it keeps getting worse. Look what's become of my psyche. What I witnessed was nothing

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